The voice that drifts soothingly down the hall is hoarse, but steady. Adam rubs his eyes as he rolls over to check on the clock. It’s two in the morning. The other side of the bed is empty, though it’s not cold yet. Adam yawns and sits up as Justin’s voice comes floating through the open doorway again.
I dislike the phrase ‘Internet friends,’ because it implies that people you know online aren’t really your friends, that somehow the friendship is less real or meaningful to you because it happens through Skype or text messages. The measure of a friendship is not its physicality but its significance.
Tyler had been traveling, visiting family and just having a relatively nice vacation. He hadn’t realized how long it had been since he had been stress free until he had left L.A. Although he knew he’d see Ethan in a few days because he’d be coming for Indy Popcon, it felt like it had been forever since he had last seen the blue boy.
Coincidentally, Tyler heard his phone ring upon thinking about Ethan. He checked the Caller ID to see it was ‘Baby Boy Blue’ calling. Immediately, Tyler unlocked the phone.
“Hey! What’s up, I was just thinking abo–”
“Tyler! Th-there’s books flying a-and Mark got trapped underneath a-and Kathryn. Oh god. Oh god where’s Kathryn!” Ethan shouted over the phone.
“Tyler there’s an earthquake and e-e-everything’s shaking and I c-can’t. AMY WHERE’S KATHRYN?!” Ethan shouted in the background, “WHERE’S MARK?!”
“Ethan, babe, slow down. there’s an earthquake? What?”
Tyler’s mother entered the room and beckoned him to follow her into the living room where the news channel was on. Following her awhile listening to Ethan’s distressed panicking over the phone and what was on the TV made Tyler’s heart drop.
An intense earthquake had spread along most of the southwest coast. A few have been confirmed injured although the earthquake supposedly isn’t strong enough to cause any damage.
“Tyler… i’m scared,” Ethan whispered, the rumbling in the background suddenly stopping,” I don’t want to die, Ty. I’m not ready. I’m not ready to die.”
“Hey, hey. You won’t. Eth, you’ll be fine. It’ll be fine. Just take a deep breath with me. Take a deep brea–”
“Do you know how many people die in earthquakes?” Ethan asked, “I don’t know for sure but all I know is that I don’t want to. I don’t want the earth to swallow me up. I don’t want to.”
Now he could clearly hear the utter terror in Ethan’s voice. The little whimper Ethan would make every time before he’d begin to cry. It tore at Tyler’s heart strings. It made Tyler want to just teleport and be there to hold him so that he would’t cry.
“Ethan, you won’t. The news says that it’s a small earthquake and that everything will be alright. Just keep everyone together. Get down and be careful for any debris.” Tyler replied, hoping to calm the other boy down.
“Please stay on the phone. D-don’t leave me like the rest of them. Please don’t leave me,” Ethan whispered choking back tears. At this, Tyler furrowed his brow.
“Wait what? What do you mean ‘like the rest of them’?”
“Amy went to help Mark b-because the book case f-fell and I don’t know where Kathryn is or Chica o-or Mark and. Ty, I’m so scared.”
Tyler shushed Ethan, whispering soothing words into the phone as he left his family in the living room and stood in the hallway where he could speak privately.
“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay. I’m here. I won’t leave you. I’d never leave you. Just remember, in a few days we’ll see each other and I’ll be with you,” Tyler whispered, “I want you to hug yourself alright? Curl into a ball and just hug yourself.”
A shuffling from the other side of the phone indicated Ethan was following his instructions.
“Now just think that i’m hugging you. I’m right there with you. Here my voice? It’s like i’m there, don’t worry, Eth.”
Ethan murmured in agreement and seemed to take deep, shuttering breaths.
“You are my sunshine… My only sunshine…”
“You make me happy… when skies are gray…”
“You are my sunshine…”
“My only sunshine…”
“So please… don’t take my sunshine awa–”
A crash on Ethan’s end of the phone rang into Tyler’s ears. Tyler called out for him but got no reply. When Tyler began to panic, the call ended and Tyler felt his eyes brim with tears. He tried calling Mark and Amy but nobody answered.
His four friends were radio silent for an entire week. Not a single YouTube video was posted on Mark or Ethan’s channels. Fans began to become worried sending hashtags and SOS messages. It wasn’t until Tyler figured he should get a plane ticket that someone finally uploaded a video.
It was Mark. He looked completely wrecked. His face covered in soot and eyes drooping from exhaustion that he weakly did his intro.
“As… many of you know by now, there was an earthquake and L.A. and many other cities were hit pretty badly. I’m fine, we’re fine it’s just…” Mark paused for a second before he keeled over, his face out of view as he suddenly sobbed, then he rose his head and his eyes were stinging from tears, “we’re not sure where Ethan is, Kathryn got hurt, I got hurt and it’s just–.”
Tyler’s heart dropped and he felt the light in him starting to become dull.
“M-my leg’s pretty fucked up. Kathryn got a concussion and Tyler’s out East so he’s– he’s fine.” Mark looked extremely weak and it made Tyler suddenly become angry.
“WHY AREN’T YOU LOOKING FOR ETHAN?!” Tyler shouted at the computer screen, knowing damn well Mark couldn’t hear him because it was just a YouTube video and not a Skype call. Tyler tossed his computer off his desk and held his head in his hands, his mind swirling and heart aching.
Tyler reached for his phone and tried dialing somebody. Anybody. He dialed Ethan’s number on instinct.
“Ethan? Oh thank God you’re alrig–”
“haha, i’m not at the phone right now. Please leave a message and i’ll get back to you.” His voicemail spoke followed by a beep.
Tyler’s heart sank even lower. He didn’t leave his room for the rest of the day. He refused to eat. He laid in bed and cried into his pillow, praying and praying to whichever God would listen that Ethan would be alright. His eyes were puffy from his tears and his head hurt like a bitch. He decided to rest, hoping that he’d wake up and it was all some crazy dream.
That wasn’t the case. Immediately after waking up, Tyler checked the comments to see hundreds of hashtags and apologies and concerned messages from fans. Most of them were for Mark and the team. He only saw a few that were concerned about Ethan or Amy or Kathryn specifically. He chuckled at seeing some for Chica.
Tyler’s heart fell deeper and deeper into his devoid state of mind when he heard his phone ring, clattered somewhere on the floor. Upon reaching it, he saw Mark was calling. His heart grew furious and he answered suddenly unsure of what to say.
“Tyler? Tyler if this is you I need to tell you–”
“Tell me what? Huh? I called hundreds of times Mark. HUNDREDS. And you couldn’t bother answering. I had to find out through your fucking YouTube video. Where’s Amy? Where’s Kathryn? Chica?” Tyler spat out, “Where’s Ethan?” the last bit was whispered, suddenly afraid of getting an answer. “Mark I have been worried sick and I don’t know what the situation is back there but you guys weren’t the only ones hit. And Ethan had called m in the middle of everything and he was scared out of his mind and then the call ended and I don’t know what happe–”
“They found Ethan… Tyler…” Mark croaked out. They? Who was they? If someone found Ethan then–
Tyler’s heart sank even further.
“They found Ethan. about a mile from the house. He was buried underneath shit ton of rubble.”
“a-and is he,” he couldn’t bring himself to say it, “…dead?”
There was a beat of silence and a huff of breath from Mark’s end of the line.
“No.” Tyler’s heart began to lift itself. “He’s alive. He asked to see you, Tyler. He’s going to see you. We all are.”
Tyler’s sudden despair began to fade away the longer he spoke with Mark. The entire story, the entire detailed explanation that was the hell they had been through. And Tyler had hope. and happiness. He was so happy they were all okay. He was happy Ethan was okay…
He was okay…
[I am so so sorry, this came out much sadder than I meant it to. If I should rewrite it please say so. Also, if anybody wants to see Mark/Amy/Ethan’s perspective of his one-shot I can totes do that too.]
The sound and smelt of the rain almost always put you to sleep.
A lullaby almost.
Your eyes were heavy as you rested your head on Eren’s chest. The combination of the rain and his heart beat made you want to lay like this with him forever. Eren had an arm behind his head, his eyes closed peacefully as his other arm was wrapped around your waist. His lips slightly parted as he inhaled and exhaled at a steady pace. He was beautiful.
You felt his hand slip under the oversized shirt you were wearing tracing patterns into the small of your back. He opened his eyes and gave you a lazy smile, his eyes were still heavy as he looked at you.
“Hey.” Eren rubbed his face with his hand and ran his fingers through his messy bed hair.
“Hi.” Your voice was soft not wanting to break the peaceful vibe in the air. Your fingers found there way to his cheek drawing tiny hearts onto his skin.
“You’re pretty.” He said making your bury your head in his chest hiding your pink cheeks.
Eren looked at the window and saw the rain had not let up. The raindrops hitting the glass and sliding down the surface made him want to lay like this for a while. You closed your eyes and snuggled up closer to him.
“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,” You sung ever so gently.
“You make me happy when skies are gray,” Eren continued the lullaby with a quiet tone.
“You’ll never know dear, how much I love you,” You gave his jaw a single kiss.
“Please don’t take my sunshine away.” Eren finished and kissed your forehead.
As I’m sure you all know by now, today (March 14th) is the 10th anniversary of The Confession and the 10th anniversary of the SteveTony ship!
Since my fic wasn’t done in time to post today (homework and midterms are a bitch), and I wanted to post something today for the anniversary of The Confession, I’ve decided to post a fic rec with my all time favorite stevetony fics of all time! Here we go! Hopefully my anniversary fic will be done by tomorrow lol
It’s long, you’ve been warned. Also, this is in no way an exhaustive list of my favs and when I think of more I might add them lol
its-a-mess-in-my-mindhey : I would really love something about like reader having trouble sleeping and just some cute stuff.
Thanks for the lovely request fren :) -/
You were sitting on the couch of the living room, eating a bag of popcorn, scrolling through your phone, and staring at the clock that read “4:00 AM.” You had one lamp lit and the rest of the house was dark.
Your hair was thrown up in a messy bun, loose pieces falling around your face, Josh’s sweatpants slouched around your ankles and the right strap of your tank top had slipped off your shoulder. You yawned, yet somehow still weren’t tired. You flipped on the tv, and began scrolling through the channels. You turned on animal planet hoping it would bore you to sleep, but there was no luck. You checked the clock again “4:30 AM” You heard the sound of footsteps getting closer. Josh walked in and flipped on a light. He squinted his eyes, rubbing them, lazily walking closer to you. He plopped down on the couch beside you and began rubbing your knee.
“Hey sweetie,” he croaked in a sleepy voice, resting his head on your shoulder.
You rested your head on top of his, “Hi baby,” you whispered.
“Can’t sleep again?” He asked in a routine tone. It was normal for you to have trouble sleeping, let alone falling asleep at all. Your thoughts always got the best of you, keeping your mind and body awake, Josh knew that.
He laid down on the couch, patting a spot for you to lay in front of him. He sat up, pulling a blanket from the arm of the couch and over both of your bodies. He grabbed your phone from your hand, locked it, and put it on the coffee table. Josh laid back down. He planted several kisses on your neck and began talking to you in a soothing tone.
“Have you been taking those pills the doctor suggested?” Josh asked, scratching your back.
“No, I’m scared some freaky side effect will happen,” you replied.
“Yeah, I understand, but what if they help?”
“I’m just too scared,” your voice shook.
“I know love, I know,” he said, pulling you closer with his tattooed arm.
“Do you think we’ll ever get married?” you asked. The early hours prevented your daily filter from existing.
“Of course I do baby, I love you,” Josh replied, still whispering. Trying his best to lull you to sleep.
“I want Tyler to wear red socks,” you slurred.
“huh?” Josh asked, confused to if you had changed the subject.
“To our wedding,” you added.
Josh laughed, “I don’t think that will be a problem,” he replied. He began running his fingers through your hair.
Your eyes began slowly blinking shut, Josh was staying quiet in the silence hoping you had fallen asleep. Your bottom lip slowly dropped and peeked over your shoulder to admire your face.
“Yah?” Josh said slightly disappointed you were still awake, but still happy to talk.
“Can you sing to me?”
Josh furrowed his brows, “baby, I’m not the singer. I’m behind the drums for a reason.”
“Pleaseeee,” you begged in low energy, making a pouty face.
“Okay, okay, but I have a feeling this won’t put you to sleep, and if it does it just might give you nightmares.”
You pulled the covers closer to your chin, curling your body in tighter, closing your eyes.
“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray, you’ll never know dear how much I love you, so please don’t take my sunshine away. How was that?” Josh asked, hoping for some positive affirmation or a snarky remark.
You didn’t respond, silence had fallen over the room and you were finally asleep. Josh cracked a smile, again peeking over your shoulder. He kissed your forehead, pulled away, and examined every part of your face, “I love you beautiful,” he whispered.
Josh fell asleep shortly after you, and as the sun began to creep through the curtains, you both laid still, silently breathing together in time.