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prettytoxicrevolver · 1 year ago
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19 dialogue & 30 scenario with Kirby Dach? Something to soothe my sadness with the fact that he’s injured
(my heart is broken thinking about sad and injured Kirby :(((( sir I will give you my ACL)
You hated horror movies. 
Ever since you watched the third paranormal activity at your 12th birthday party and couldn’t sleep for two weeks straight, you had hated horror movies. 
As an adult you tried to ignore the fear, always getting some kind of jab or joke thrown at you when you explained your nerves and fear around the movie genre. 
So, when your best friend of 5 years and boyfriend of 2 asked you to watch one, you hesitated at first but caved seeing his big brown eyes and soft smile on his lips. 
Kirby had been around a lot more recently since his injury that took him out of the habs lineup for the rest of the season. He tried to act tough about it but deep down you knew he was utterly heartbroken at the idea of missing a whole entire season with the team especially after missing half the season last year. And maybe that was part of the reason you said yes when he asked to watch a horror movie. 
You’re curled into Kirby’s side, trying your best not to flinch at the exorcism happening on screen but Kirby notices and slides his arm tighter around you so you’re face is fully hidden in his chest, 
“Do you want me to turn it off?” Kirby murmurs in your ear. 
“No no,” you start to say, lifting your head to look at him but a loud screen causes you to jump and Kirby smiles at you. 
Without a word, he turns off the tv, turning towards you and pulling you until you’re straddling his lap and your chests are flush against each other. 
“Are you okay?” 
“That kind of scared me,” you admit, pushing your face shyly into his neck. 
“Don’t worry,” he says, rubbing his hands up and down your back in a mesmerizing trance. “I’ll protect you.” 
You relax in his arms, trying to push the images of the horror movie from your mind but with no luck. “Come on,” Kirby whispers, nudging you off him and you both stand up. 
He holds up a finger to you, silently telling you to wait and you watch as Kirby carefully starts to move his big luxurious couch around. You suddenly get the idea, rushing towards his bedroom and grabbing all of the blankets and pillows you could carry and bring them out to the living room. 
It takes about 20 minutes but when you’re finished, Kirby has assembled the couch to be a giant bed and you’ve both thrown so many blankets and pillows on top that you can’t even tell where the pillows end and the couch starts. 
Kirby wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you down on the couch with him. You two snuggle up together and he grabs the remote once more, turning the tv back on and playing your favorite disney movie. 
“I love you,” you tell him as the beginning credits start to roll. 
“Love you too baby girl.” 
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matsbarzal · 3 years ago
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hey!! i love your writing and all the blurbs from your august prompts!! if it’s not taken yet could you do #9 from the angst list with kirby dach? :) could you maybe make it gender neutral if you could? i loved how you did the one with barzy as a gender neutral reader!!
angst #9. "i know it hurts, just let me help."
pairing: kirby dach x gn!reader word count: 1.2k warning: mentions of anxiety, depression is alluded to
Everyone always said things would get easier, that the feeling of dread and despair would go away. That the anxiety wouldn’t bubble up every day, and that you wouldn’t sit by your phone waiting for bad news to come through. Everyone said the techniques the doctor implemented and utilized would work, that the coping strategies would be useful, and you wouldn’t have to worry if you were diligent with them.
It wasn’t that you weren’t diligent. You practiced grounding techniques regularly, your mind focusing on the big five senses as you tried to calm yourself down. You did everything you could to maintain the anxiety, to maintain the worry and the constant spit of dread and negative thoughts that circulated your head.
Regardless of what people said, you still found yourself curled up in bed, the lights down low and the television blank as you curled yourself around a pillow. The text messages appearing on your screen went unanswered as you disregarded the sound of the buzzing, the time flying by as you lost track of it, the hours blending into each other as reality morphed into imaginability, and what was real couldn’t be differed from imaginary.
Bad days were inevitable, you knew that they happened so often you knew that they were inevitable. They came about more when Kirby was gone, the normal routine habits you practiced when he was home disregarded when he was on the road.
You didn’t even realize the streaks of liquid on your cheeks, or the grumble of your stomach, or the ache of your muscles, your body begging you to move, begging you to get out of bed. You just… couldn’t.
This bad day… wasn’t just a bad day. It had started as a bad week, the start of the week just as catastrophic as the end, and nothing had gone the way you wanted it to. It was one thing after the other, one more thing to drag you down, one more thing to push you into the well that Kirby and you had pulled yourself out of.
You barely acknowledged your phone as you heard the incessant buzzing, the sound so irritating you had to grab it, Kirby’s name flying across the screen as it asked whether or not you wanted to pick up. Pressing the accept button, you quickly put it on speaker and placed your head back on the pillow below.
“Hello?” the words mumbled out; a sigh of relief heard on the other end of the phone.
“Jesus, Y/N. I’ve been texting you all day, you haven’t answered anything. I was starting to get worried.”
Prepared to shrug your shoulders in response, you realized he wouldn’t be able to see it. “I’m fine, Kirb. Just been sleeping.”
“Is that Y/N? Let me say hi to them, Kirb… come on man, give us your phone,” you didn’t even feel the joy you usually did when Dylan and Adam tried to pull Kirby’s phone from his grip, a smile not even crossing your face.
“Get lost, fuckers. I’m trying to talk to them, go call your own partners or something… or do anything that doesn’t involve bothering me.”
You could hear the two boys mocking him through the phone, their voices lowering the further your boyfriend got from his teammates.
“You’ve just been sleeping huh? It’s almost 8pm, love. Have you even eaten anything today?” Kirby’s voice lowered, his worries evident in the way his tone softened, and his words became more pleading, more concerned.
“Haven’t been hungry, so no.”
A small groan fell from Kirby’s lips at your words. “You can’t just not eat, Y/N. We’ve talked about this. Even just a few snack things, my granola bars are still in your cupboard. Or even some pasta. I can UberEat’s you some food?”
“I’m fine, Kirby. I’m not hungry.”
A harsh laugh fell from Kirby’s end of the phone, “You’re not fine. You don’t spend all day in bed, not eat and not answer any of my texts when you’re fine.”
Pulling the comforter tighter around your body, you pressed your body flush against your body pillow as his words circulated throughout your head.
“I’m fine, I’ll be fine. Can I let you go; I want to go back to sleep? My body hurts, my head hurts, I’m exhausted, and I just want to sleep,” practically whimpering out the end of the sentence, you could feel your eyes squeezing shut as you tried to keep the tears at bay. You could feel your hands itching to rub against each other, your thumbs aching to push any movement to deter the thoughts running through your head.
Kirby’s going to get fed up with this. I’m too much for him, too much when I’m like this. I can’t deal with this right now. Not right now, not ever. He’s going to get fed up and leave, just like they all do, he doesn’t care enough for this.
���Y/N…”
“I’ll see you when you get home, Kirb. Have a safe slight.”
The hours passed by in a blur, sleep invading and evading your mind throughout the time, your mind shifting in and out of coherency. You barely even registered the bedroom door open, the light from the hallway flickering in and illuminating the front of the room.
You knew you probably looked like a mess, the clothes you had been wearing since last night still adorning your body, the sheets all rumbled, the room dark except for the television screen that had the ‘Are You Still Watching’ screen that had been present for hours. It looked like you hadn’t left your bed in days, and if Kirby were to guess that… you wouldn’t even be able to deny it.
“Yeah, yeah. Just got home, dad. Can I give you a call tomorrow? Yeah, Y/N’s home, just gonna watch a few shows with them and go to sleep, I promise I’ll call tomorrow. Yeah, yeah. Love you too, okay, bye. Yup, tell mom I said hey, okay.”
Dropping his phone on top of his travel bag, Kirby took in the room surrounding him, a small sigh crossing his lips when his eyes fell on you, your body still curled under the covers and wrapped around the pillow. Tugging off his suit jacket and pants, he crawled into bed, his back pressing against the headboard behind him.
“Y/N… I know it’s hard, and I know it hurts. Just let me help. That’s what I’m here for, please stop shutting me out, I love you. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t, please let me help.”
You could feel the onslaught of tears almost immediately, your body curling in Kirby’s direction as you tried to keep your composure from completely breaking.
“This week has just been… so terrible,” you whimpered out the words, Kirby’s hand pressing against your back as you sniffled, your hands going out to clutch to his body, a sense of comfort falling through your mind when you felt his warmth pressed into you.
“I know, love. I know. It’s okay, let it out. I’m here, I’m here to help, it’s okay. It’s okay, let it out.”
His lips pressed to the crown of your head, your breathing shallow as you tried to get a grasp of the air leaving your lips. Everything from the week was finally crashing down around you, the sobs bubbling up in your throat, Kirby’s hand rubbing soothing circles into your back as the tears fell down your cheeks.
“I’m here, okay? I’m always here. We’ll work through this together, I promise. I’m sorry you had such an awful week, I’m here to help. I love you.”
note: ah thank you so much for requesting <3 im so happy to hear you loved the barzy one, so i hope you love this one just as much!
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dubersbutt · 3 years ago
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Drabble Masterlist
A compilation of most of the players I write for (if you don't see a player you like then request them anyways and I'll see what I can do)
Adam Lowry
Anthony Beauvillier
Boone Jenner
Carter Hart
Charlie Coyle
Colton Paryoko
Connor Mcdavid
Frederik Anderson
James Neal
Jamie Benn
Jamie Oleksiak
Kirby dach
Leon Draisaitl
Nathan Mackinnon
Nolan Patrick
Pierre luc dubois
Sidney Crosby
Travis konecny
Tyler Seguin
Tyson Jost
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ao3feed-hockey · 4 years ago
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All of tilly's Hockey Drabbles
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Xd8GYn
by tillyenna
Just a junk place to shove all of my hockey drabbles. Fics are all less than 1k words
Words: 1786, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Sidney Crosby, Evgeni Malkin, Patrick Kane, Jonathan Toews, Travis Konecny, Nolan Patrick, Adam Boqvist, Kirby Dach
Relationships: Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin, Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews, Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick, Adam Boqvist/Kirby Dach
Additional Tags: Drabbles, collection, under 1k
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Xd8GYn
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ao3feed-sidgeno · 4 years ago
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All of tilly's Hockey Drabbles
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Xd8GYn
by tillyenna
Just a junk place to shove all of my hockey drabbles. Fics are all less than 1k words
Words: 1786, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Sidney Crosby, Evgeni Malkin, Patrick Kane, Jonathan Toews, Travis Konecny, Nolan Patrick, Adam Boqvist, Kirby Dach
Relationships: Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin, Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews, Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick, Adam Boqvist/Kirby Dach
Additional Tags: Drabbles, collection, under 1k
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Xd8GYn
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prettytoxicrevolver · 1 year ago
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2 (dialogue prompt) with Kirby Dach
The jump from summer to winter always took you by shock ever since moving to Montreal when your boyfriend got traded to the Canadiens. 
You swore one day you were good in your biker shorts and big t-shirts and then the next second you’re freezing your butt off in a pair of leggings and a long sleeve. It was cruel, really. 
Kirby had noticed this from the jump, your refusal to wear a jacket or bring a sweatshirt because you always claimed you were too lazy to carry it around whenever you got hot and that they always ruined your outfits anyway. He had instinctually started wearing jackets and sweaters in case you got too cold. 
The two of you were taking a stroll around downtown Montreal, popping in and out of shops with coffee clutched tight in both your hands, bodies huddled near each other as you walked. The breeze had picked up and the cold wind was slicing through you like frozen icicles pricking your skin. 
“Do you want my jacket?” Kirby asks when you step back into the cold weather and a shiver makes its way down your back. 
“I’m okay,” you promise, shaking your head with a small smile on your lips. 
“Baby you’re shivering,” Kirby frowns at your ice cold state and your face falls as well. 
Without another word, Kirby pulls his jacket off, revealing a thick sweatshirt underneath and you look up at him with accusing eyes. 
“You never bring a jacket,” he says, shrugging his shoulders and wrapping the warm cloth around you. 
You instantly slip your arms into the jacket, zipping it up to your chin and snuggling deep in the warmth and soft scent that makes up your boyfriend. 
“Let’s get home before you freeze to death, yeah?”
You nod and Kirby wraps an arm around your shoulder, holding you close as you head back to your shared apartment.
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prettytoxicrevolver · 2 years ago
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14. Kirby
“You don’t think you went maybe a bit overboard?”
You look at your shared bed, scanning your eyes over the three bouquets of flowers, six different types of chocolate hearts, two brand new squishmallows, a stack of books from your TBR list, and more that you can't see that's covering the entire king sized bed.
Kirby smiles sheepishly at you, tips of his ears turning red as he avoids your gaze.
"I just love you that's all," he says shrugging and you roll your eyes as your stomach flood with happy jitters that tremble throughout you.
"I love you too pretty boy," you grin and peck his lips.
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