#marshmello silence

[bubblergoespop]

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the cutie patootie’s turn (๑>◡<๑)

“I’m not sure why I told you. Maybe I shouldn’t have. I probably shouldn’t have. But I wanted to. And I’ve never wanted to tell anyone anything before.”

“This is going to hurt. You.  A lot. But you’ll probably survive. …Probably.”

“I should clean up my mess. Just a second… There. All gone!”

“As a matter of fact, I'm starting to think there's a lot of things I'd like to give you. If I get the chance.”

“Oh, yes.”

“See you around, doc. [blows kiss]”

“What do you mean? I’ve been doing things my whole life. Which thing in particular are you asking about?”

“Keep your hand there, on my chest. Just a little bit longer. I don’t know why. I just like it.”

“I didn’t break in. I didn’t break anything.”

“You shouldn’t feel safe. Ever. Safety’s an illusion.”

“Because I think I like being around you even more than I like thinking about you.”

“I like you, I think. I think that’s what this feeling is.”

“It’s interesting to experience what else touch can feel like.”

“Get away from them or die.”

“I gave him a warning. He didn’t heed it. Your life was at stake. Why would I waste time with a second warning?”

“I’m very sensitive. Compared to a human, anyway. I pick up the little things.”

“I don’t like it when I contribute to your nervousness. I like it better when you feel good around me.”

“Are you sure you aren’t hungry? I learned how to make a few things. Because… you need to eat. It seemed like a good thing to know."

“Unearned violence usually does best without an audience.”

“This really is a lot of emotion you're giving me right now for a predicament as simple as being tied up against your will.”

“That’s not vague at all, that’s very precise, I promise.”

“Should I turn on a light?”

“Doc, I need you.”

“Touch me. Please.”

“What kind of magic is this?”

“Will you hold my hand while I do it?”

“You will not harm them.”

[ouroborealis-charnivore]

And I never had someone to call my own

I'm so used to sharing

Love only left me alone

But I'm at one with the silence

I'm so used to being in the wrong,

I'm tired of caring

Loving never gave me a home,

so I'll sit here in the silence

~I've been quiet for too long

I found peace in your violence

Can't show me, there's no point in trying

I'm at one, and I've been quiet for too long

[keii]

I found peace in your violence

[nebunulcusentimente]

“And I never had someone to call my own,

I'm so used to sharing”

- Silence - Marshmello ft. Khalid

@nebunulcusentimente

[p-u-s-s-y-i-s-a-r-t]

Silence- Illenium Remix

[ijustthinkevilunoisneat]

[anewdaywilldawn]

Can’t tell me this isn’t their song 🥹

Posted it on TT but y’all on here deserve it more -

[edit mine, https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJn2a6Vt/]

[bitchofdarkness]

[darrenmerculieff]

(No, oh yeah)

Yeah, I'd rather be a lover than a fighter (Fighter)

'Cause all my life, I've been fighting

Never felt a feeling of comfort

All this time, I've been hiding

And I never had someone to call my own, oh nah

I'm so used to sharing

Love only left me alone

But I'm at one with the silence

I found peace in your violence

Can't tell me there's no point in trying

I'm at one, and I've been quiet for too long

I found peace in your violence

Can't tell me there's no point in trying

I'm at one, and I've been silent for too long

And I've been quiet for too long

And I've been quiet for too long

I've been quiet for too long

I've been quiet for too long

I'm in need of a savior, but I'm not asking for favors

My whole life, I've felt like a burden

I think too much, and I hate it

I'm so used to being in the wrong, I'm tired of caring

Loving never gave me a home, so I'll sit here in the silence

I found peace in your violence

Can't tell me there's no point in trying

I'm at one, and I've been quiet for too long

I found peace in your violence

Can't tell me there's no point in trying

I'm at one, and I've been silent for too long

I've been quiet for too long

I found peace in your violence

Can't tell me there's no point in trying

I'm at one, and I've been quiet for too long

[bonki28]

I'm at one, and I've been quiet for too long

[lunarlxdy]

I've been quiet for too long

I found peace in your violence

Can't show me there's no point in trying

I'm at one, and I've been quiet for too long

I'm in need of a savior, but I'm not asking for favors

My whole life, I've felt like a burden

I think too much, and I hate it

I'm so used to being in the wrong, I'm tired of caring

Loving never gave me a home, so I'll sit here in the silence

[sturnsdarling]

'I get them too, sometimes'

y/n has an anxiety attack, and bff!matt calms her down the only way he can think of in the moment

vibe check: detailed anxiety attack, comforting!matt, anxious!reader, fluffy ending cute vibes all round

1.5k words

A/N: WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN anyways this is based on the iconic stydia scene where stiles has a panic attack and lydia kisses him. I was gonna do it where Matt had the anxiety attack but it felt icky so I swapped it round. as an anxious girlie this was weirdly comforting to write and PART TWO IS HERE

love and cigs, merc

The boys' house was vibrating with the thump of music from every corner. People were pouring in through the front door, all mingling in the living room as Chris' party playlist blared through the speakers. Almost everyone in the influencer space was there, and you felt like the odd one out.

The boys' had begged you to come, pulling the 'it wont be the same without you' card as they all glared at you with puppy eyes. They knew parties weren't really your thing but, it was a celebration for them hitting seven million on their youtube channel and, you knew you couldn't miss it. So after some begging and bribing with 'literally anything you want from that weird old book shop in downtown' you agreed to go.

You felt like you were wearing a sign that said, in big bold letters; 'I don't belong here' as you lent against the kitchen counter, nursing some liquid courage. Chris was on the sofa, his laughter booming over the music as he sat with Nate and some boys you didn't recognise. Nick was at the drink station, making cocktails with the girls, pretending to be a bartender as he tired, and failed, at bar flares, making everyone around him curl over with laughter, as usual. Matt was on the other side of the kitchen, talking to some people about whatever show he was obsessed with at the moment and peering over at you occasionally to make sure you were okay.

More and more people started to pile into the house, more people than you even thought they knew, and at the sight of tens of faces you didn't know, a tight feeling started to form in your chest. You knew you were okay, because you had the boys, but they were off mingling and doing their rounds and you didn't exactly want to follow them around like a lost puppy.

You put your drink down, walking over to the sink to fill a red cup with water, your hand shaking slightly as you brought the cup to your mouth. You took a gulp and closed your eyes, taking a deep breath in and reminding yourself that you were fine, and you were in the boys' house. You knew that they wouldn't invite anyone that they didn't trust in their home and just kept reminding yourself of that.

An already drunk and giggly girl barged into the kitchen, flayling about without a care in the world as she backed up into you, knocking your drink from your hand and nearly pushing you into the sink.

"oh, shit, m'so sorry babe" she said as you turned around slightly. She placed a soft hand on your shoulder and squeezed it, "oh my god you're so pretty what the fuck!" she squealed, "m'sorry for spilling your drink" she slurred, sauntering away as you forced a smile.

Despite the somewhat sweet interaction, something about it made your fingers go numb, your chest tightening at the feeling of your wet shirt clinging to your skin. The walls started to close in and you felt as if you could feel the world turning on its axis. Your breath felt like sand paper against your throat as you tried to steady your rapid heart rate and failed.

You pushed your way through the crowds of people and b-lined for Matt's room, your knees nearly buckling under you as you desperately tried to calm your breathing.

As if he could feel your energy change, Matt instinctively looked for you in the crowd, catching a glimpse of your frame as you ducked between people, near enough running to his room.

"I'll be right back" he said to the guy in front of him, placing his drink down and following you through the crowd, calling out your name as he did.

You fumbled at the door handle, pushing yourself inside Matts room as your vision began to blur. Your chest was heaving up and down with rapid breaths, every inhale felt nearly impossible and everything around you was pulsating, your vision turning to a fishbowl as you clawed at your chest.

"y/n/n" Matt entered the room, searching for you in the dim light.

You turned to face him, your eyes brimming with tears as you pressed hard fingers into your sternum, Matts eyes widened at the sight of you and he shut the door, coming to you in an instant, gentle hands on your shoulders as he tried to keep them in one place.

"hey, hey, you're okay, you're okay" He repeated, knowing immediately what was happening.

"I can't - I can't breathe" you stuttered out, pleading eyes burning holes into his. Your knees buckled from under you, feeling like the world was shifting under your feet.

Matt followed you to the floor, hands still gripping your shoulders. "Its okay, breathe with me, okay?" He said, taking a long inhale and encouraging you to copy him, his eyes baring into yours.

You tried to mimic his movements, a shaky breath rattling through your nose. Matt breathed out, nodding as he did and you did the same, the feeling in your chest only worsening, it felt like someone had tied a belt round your shoulders, and was pulling it closed as tight as they could around your chest, watching with a smile as the breath left your lungs.

You clenched your eyes closed and shook your head, "s'not working, Matt, nothing is working" a small sob left you as you grew more and more frustrated.

His jaw clenched at the sight of your shaking frame, feeling utterly helpless as you clawed at your chest. He brought his hands to cup your cheeks, bringing your head up to look at him.

"Its okay, y/n, m'right here, I'm right here" he poured into you, not letting you break eye contact as he tried to breathe as slowly as possible.

His thumbs stroked soft touches against your cheek, his eyes racing around your face as you desperately tried to catch your breath. Your eyes flitted back and forth between his, searching for solace in his face, feeling like the walls were closing in around you. Matts eyes fell to your lips, and quickly met your eyes once more. Your brows furrowed in frustration, eyes running circles around his features as his lips parted slightly.

Before you could register what was happening, Matt pulled you into him, crashing his lips against yours in a soft yet strong kiss.

Your eyes widened at the feeling, Matts soft lips pressed against yours as he held you tight against his face. After a moment in the embrace, your shoulders relaxed and your eyes closed, and you started to kiss him back, your arms limp by your sides.

In that moment, you felt as if nothing mattered. Your heart rate slowed and you took a calm, steady breath in through your nose. Matt pulled away from the kiss, hands still wrapped around your face as you took a long breath out through your parted mouth. Matts eyes fluttered open and he let his hands drop down to his knees. Your eyes met his, slow breaths engulfing your lungs.

"h - how did you do that?" you asked in a breathy tone

"I um - I saw somewhere that the best way to stop a panic attack is by holding your breath, so" he muttered, averting his gaze from yours.

"so, when you kissed me" you began to speak

"you held your breath" he looked back up at you, bringing his lips inside themselves, the taste of your lip balm dancing on his tongue.

You smiled, a final, relieved breath leaving your lips as you stared into him.

"thankyou" your gaze was soft and utterly grateful, doe eyes pouring into his as he shuffled where he sat.

"of course" he shrugged, looking down to the floor

You sat in silence for a moment, not a trace of awkwardness hung in the air.

"I get them too, sometimes" Matt said as he toyed with a piece of lint on the floor.

"you do?" you said, still looking at him

"mhm" he nodded, meeting your eye-line, slightly taken back by you already looking at him, "feels like the whole world is crumbling around you, shits' not fun"

"yeah" you chuckled, relaxing where you sat.

"d'you - do you wanna hang out in here for a bit? I can stay with you" Matt said, his eye contact wavering at the offer only to return to you once more.

"oh you don't - you don't have to do that, Matt, you'll miss your party" you shook your head.

"I don't really like parties anyway" he replied, "I'd honestly rather sit here with you on the floor all night" he chuckled, gesturing to the floor.

You smiled as a soft laugh left your nose, "okay" you said.

"yeah?" his head shot up to meet your gaze.

"yeah." you nodded

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[simplywrong]

Since we are drowning in rumours I made a mash-up of a few songs to sum up Sergio's time in RBR (or maybe just this year). Read from left to right. more info below the cut;

The songs are in order: Silence by Marshmello, Lacy by Olivia Rodrigo, Line Withou a Hook by Ricky Montgomery, again Lacy, Your Best American Girl by Mitski, again Line Without a Hook, Wildflower by Billie Eilish, I Can Do It With a Broken Heart by Taylor Swift, August by Taylor Swift, Guilty as Sin? by Taylor Swift; The articles are from various sites and most quotes are Max's, Sergio's, Helmut's or Horner's. There are a few that are Coulthard's and Eddie Jordan's. There is one from X (a fan quote) and one from Kravitz.

[eavye]

Colored it! I wanted it to feel comforting. So hopefully that comes across.

Here’s the song I listened to while making it

[bwat5-blog]

When I Think About Vi

They might as well have written this about her... I'm too stupid for fan edits sadly but it really makes me think about her...

Yeah, I'd rather be a lover than a fighter (Fighter) 'Cause all my life, I've been fighting Never felt a feeling of comfort, oh And all this time, I've been hiding And I never had someone to call my own, oh nah I'm so used to sharing Love only left me alone But I'm at one with the silence