✨First/Last Sentence Tag War: MYTH✨
heyyo! so this has been about a week in tge making and i apologize for not posting sooner. between working full time, doing remedial physics lessons in preparation for my upcoming semester, and my grandpa’s failing health i haven’t had much time to participate in tag wars. but things are starting to calm down a little so i’m finally doing the thing!
i was tagged by @leavesdriftinginthewind (x2) @nouklea (x2) @wednesdayandherhyde @writerrose1998 (x2) @ablatheringblatherskite @thelovelybookworm and @galpinlvr! thank you loves for tagging me. 💜✌🏻💜
these excerpts are from the final installment (ch.3) of Myth, the ficlet i wrote for weyler week 2023. just a fair warning to my readers, this chapter will have multiple trigger warnings/alerts so please beware of that when it is released.
He was screaming in his sleep. Tyler. He had been plagued with night terrors and sorrowful dreams since our first meeting and every night was a war waged. But he had never screamed before. He would groan. Cry. I had heard him whimpering in a fit of tears twice. But they were never screams.
The doctor told me to let him work through it. That by interferring I could stunt Tyler’s progress or make things worse. So there I laid, useless and desolated as I watched my love suffer through the night—crying out for help. Help I could not give him. And every tear shed was a broken shard of glass plunged through my heart; twisted with vindictive glee by the monster that tormented Tyler as if it were mocking me.
I sensed Tyler behind me before I heard or felt him as he pressed into me from the back, gently pinning me against the countertop next to the fridge. He had always been the one to wake up early to make us breakfast so I decided to spoil him this morning. To wake him up with breakfast in bed while wearing his favorite flannel. I did not know what to say to ease the agony he had endured in his sleep.
What words could be said to heal wounds when I did not know the root cause of the trauma inflicting them?
So rather I spoke to him through physical touch. It was how we both communicated—Tyler and I—when words were lost and emotions ran high. I would crawl into his lap in silence on the couch whenever work had me exceptionally miffed and Tyler would seek out my kiss and embrace, much like he did now as I bloomed beneath his knowledgable hands that were already so acquainted with my body they masters of decoding enigmatics.
“So this is where you snuck off to,” Tyler purred, his voice deep and rough from sleep. I bit back a moan but faltered with a gasp as one hand soared under and up the flannel to toy with my breast while his other dipped down to slowly—lovingly—torment my clitoris with lazy firm circular motions. “Just my flannel and no underwear?” he said with a smug smile and bite to the back of my neck. “What’s the occasion Tink?”
i’m tagging back everyone who tagged me and then adding to that list @claimedcrossbows @realisticintentions @gardenoblues @chaoticstupiddm @persephoneed @penelopwgarcia @raven-delamuerte @karrrrrliiita @weylerweek2023 @angelicangelx @insomniac1994 @alexabrier @frnotelise @iamfandomcrazy @kait-darling @pey0805 @anya-velikaya1 @bithablu @marvelmarieeee @thee-antler-queen @allergictocolor
