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“Is that a threat?” ✦ Kyle Garrick

      Kyle passed the blunt to you with a heavy sigh. “Could go for a bite,” he mentions offhandedly. His fingers glide down the skin of your arm again and again until he finally throws his arm over you and tucks his head between your tits.

     You hum. “What’re you wanting, pretty boy?”

     A choked whine splutters out of Kyle’s throat. “Mm…” he turns his head to press kisses to your sternum. Large hands slide down to your hips as you finish off the joint. “You.”

     “To eat, Kye,” you chuckle. You muss with his hair: pulling at his little curls and twisting them together gently.

     A low groan rumbles Kyle’s muscular body. “I could eat you so good right now, baby.”

     Your eyes glint brightly in the dark room lit only by the moonlight streaming from the cracked window and the penis night light (a gag gift from Johnny). “Is that a threat?”

     Kyle’s large fingers pull down the soft fabric of your shorts and underwear to rub the pad of his thumb over your pussy lightly. “No-” he murmurs, tossing your undergarments to the floor before peppering kisses ranging from your inner thighs to your clit- “it’s a promise.”

Dying Confessions - Kyle Garrick Angst

Dying Confessions, 17:18 / 1.1k words / Gn! reader

As you die in Kyle’s arms, unspoken words and what if’s start to come out. 

Lying in a pool of my own blood, I’m barely able to locate where the real wound is. My only clue being the incessant throbbing in my lower abdomen as my shaky hands struggle to apply any pressure. I look around, taking in my surroundings as best as my blurry vision will allow, thankful that it gives me enough leeway to see Kyle running towards me. The relief I feel when I see him is short lived as my head rolls back and my heavy eyelids shut without permission. 

Upon waking up the first thing I see is…nothing? My panic dies as quickly as it had arrived when I feel the soft heaving of someone’s chest and their frantic cries of my name. “(Name)! (Name)!”

I carefully lift my head off their chest to see Kyle’s manic expression as he applies heavy pressure to the bullet wound in my abdomen. I groan as I look down, seeing the blood seeping through his gloved hands and the trail leading from where he had dragged me to our now sheltered position. 

“(Name) look at me!” Kyle’s shouts bring me out of my dazed state as the sound of heavy gunfire and rain pound on the sides of the building and the surrounding area. “Hey, hey, that’s it. Just keep looking at me.” His soothing voice calms me only slightly before sharp pains begin shooting through my body, jolting me against his. “Hey, kid, it’s alright. How are you feeling, c’mon talk to me?”

“J-just peachy man, just peachy.” I sound out, disgusted by the gravelly tone of my voice and the weakness of my pitch. “All I’m missing…is-is a margarita…and a hot tub.” I struggle out as I try a chuckle, only to be lurched forward by the pain it sends through me. 

“Hey, don’t over do it. Besides, I’d say you need a doctor more than a drink right now.” He smiles softly as he sits me back up against him. I can see how he tries to bring light to his grim expression at my words, but all it does it enhance the grief shining in his eyes. 

“Touché, but I can’t fu-fucking believe it. They’re still out there…and…and I’m already useless.” Shame surges through me hotter than the searing pain at the realization that I have done nothing. Here I am, dying, and for nothing. All that training, all the time I’ve spent in the Task Force putting my all in, for this. For nothing. 

“No! No, you are not useless. You saw them before any of us did, you took the risk.” When he notices how his reassurance doesn’t seem to help the guilt, he sighs and picks my head up to look at him. “It should’ve been me, it wasn’t your risk to take. This was not your sacrifice to make!” Though he does his best to sound encouraging, the rage in his eyes and roar in his voice betrays him. 

I look away just as quickly as my eyes meet his, I can’t stand to look at his pained expression. As if he were the one in my position, as if he felt my pain. “Just hang in there, we have reinforcements coming any minute.” Despite the current situation, I couldn’t help but feel at ease here, in his arms. I could’ve blushed at the reality if I wasn’t already sitting on the edge between life and death. 

“Y’know what Sarge, you gotta pretty face. Don’t let it get too messed up or I’ll come back and haunt ya.” I joke as I turn back to look at him, he smiles at my confession before my words truly register in his head. 

“Hey, hey, don’t say that. As much as I like the thought, there won’t be any haunting to do when we get you out of here alive.” He says sternly, I can feel his hand go rigid against my cheek as he tenses. I have no other option but to rest my head against his palm, my head feeling too faint to continue holding it up on my own. “Just stay with me.” 

“You don’t know how long…I’ve…been waiting on you…t-to say that.” I stutter out, my words becoming more drawn out and my sentences harder to form. I see his eyes widen and the clench of his jaw. Though we may be safer from the gunfire, the longer we stay here, the less time I have. Now looking at him, it’s easy to tell that I’m not the only one becoming aware of that. 

“Kid…don’t go.” He pleads with me as he holds me tighter against him, not seeming to mind the wet coughs I let out into the crook of his neck as I hack out blood. I can tell that he’s trying not to look at my face, but every second he spends doing so, the more impatient he becomes waiting for evac. “Stay with me, c’mon kid.” His voice breaks as his face twitches, lifting my head off his shoulder and looking into my glassy eyes. His desperate attempts at staying strong for me fail as he finally lets the tears flow. 

“Just keep, keep doin’ what you’re doin’. Keep talking to me.” I smile softly at the sight of him frantically shaking his head, struggling to accept the reality that I’m not gonna make it. 

“No, no, I’ve done my talking. Say something, say anything.” He pleads as his lips quiver, his voice finally breaking as he drops his facade. 

“C-can…can I ask you somethin’?” 

“Of course, kid.” He replies, keeping his hand against my cheek, refusing to allow either of our eyes to leave each other for even a moment. “Ask me anything.” 

“You think,” I try but get cut off as I lean to the side and cough out another glob of blood onto the ground beside us. “You think, that if we…had met…under different c-circumstances…that…that we’d be something?” I ask as I watch the tears continue to flow down his face, feeling mine begin to as well. He seems caught off guard by the question but closes his eyes in consideration. “I’d like to think…that…that we would.”

His eyes open at my last sentence and he grants me a sad smile. “Yeah, yeah I think we would. But we still can be, when you get out of here, we still can be.” He insists, as if he’s no longer aware of the copious amount of blood covering the two of us and the slowing of my breathing. 

“Good…” I manage out as my eyes start to close, I got what I needed. I held on for his words, but now I can go. I feel at peace as I drift off to the feeling of his sobs racking his body and in return mine, his painful cries of my name barely reach my ears before I’m gone. 

Author's Note:

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