𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝? || ᴿᵃⁿᵇᵒᵒ

𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢-𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎

You call Vivienne and Nyx.

And only one of them answered, but they were together at that moment, so it didn't really matter.

"Boy trouble?" They asked simultaneously when they saw my expression.

"Yeah," you duck your head under your arms and groan. "Y'know, you would think that love isn't so different from death. It sucks."

Vivienne laughs. "Yeah,  I used to think that, too. But you better keep that boy- he's cute."

Nyx nods from beside Viv. "Yeah, or we might take him."

You furrow your brows. "What? Aren't you two lesbian?"

"Ohh, no, no," Nyx laughs. "We're both pan and polyamorous. We love eachother, but that can be extended to someone else."

You hum in response, thinking on that. "What is it like? Haven't you two been dating for a few years now?"

The couple looks at each other and smile. "It's not like we always see eye to eye, you know," Vivienne points out. "We also have arguments from time to time, but we always make up."

You groan. "But what if you go bellow and screw it all up?"

"Well, I don't think that could happen in our relationship," Nyx ponders. "But it takes some time for you to get back to your significant other right after a fight. The best you both can do is cool off for a bit and tread the waters after a few days."

"Thanks, you both," you exhale. "You guys have it all together, the whole loving unconditionally thing."

You hear "Awwwwww," and "Haha, thats an overstatement," in unison from both. You say goodbye and exit the call.

Sooo, cool off, you think. This should be easy enough.

It wasn't.

༶ • ┈┈⛧┈ 🖤 🤍 ┈⛧┈┈ • ༶

Nathan / Ranboo's POV - First Person

!!TW!! | panic attack

I enter my house, slamming the door behind me hard enough that the doorframe and windows shake.

"Nathan? Is that you?"

"Yeah, it's me, mom," I call out. She emerges from the kitchen sporting a worried expression.

"Nate? Are you alright?" She asks, reaching out and rubbing my arm the way mothers do. 

I just sigh. "I'm fine, mom. I- I'll be in my room." I shoulder past my mom and enter my room.

I sit down on my bed and rub my temples.

It was simple. I was supposed to be the nice and caring and knowing boyfriend that knew what to do and helped his girlfriend get through her life and her choices. I did all that! I gave my perspective, she gave hers- immediately felt bad- I said it's fine, and then she blew up! What? What did I do wrong?

Maybe its her fault. A little voice in my head whispered. She doesn't have the right to yell at you and get all mad after you helped her through her loss.

"Shut up." I tell myself, not realizing I had said so aloud.

Well, its not her fault she's a self-conceited brat, the voice continues pondering in my head. All famous people are. Oh, wait.

My head is pounding. I curl up and grip my hair, blinking rapidly. Spots and various colors were swimming around my vision and grain and static was making it impossible for me to see.

I mean, you did yell at her,  the voice continues. My voice? I don't know. 

That might be what set her off. Maybe she's sensitive about her fans. You have seen them. You should know.

I gasp for air. The voice wasnt in the back of my head anymore. It was everywhere, reverberating and echoing everywhere around me, amplifying a ringing noise.

I stand, to try to get my bearings, or just to take a sip of water, but my knees give out. I fall to the floor, my legs weak, my head throbbing and my ears ringing. 

I lay there for a few more seconds, then I start to laugh. The hazy colors that I was seeing started to mix and blend together, altering what was actually there.

I laugh.

I laugh until I can't breathe.

And I start choking.

My throat is dry.

I can't inhale.

I roll to my side, coughing and gasping for air. The ringing only gets louder and louder.

I start to sob. Tears trickle to the side of my face. The swirling colors sharpen like a VHS camera focusing. 

I hear a distant boom. An explosion? Or did something just fall?

Heavy foot steps. What? Was I on a battlefield? I stop hawking on air to giggle at that absurdity, but that made my chest hurt even more, making me cough harder.

Something appeared infront of me- grainy and orange. Bright orange. I think its a silhouette of a shoe. 

My coughing fits turn into a deadly wheeze. My chest hurts. My head hurts. My limbs are paralyzed.

If I listen closely, I hear someone muttering over the ringing bells in my ears.

And all goes black.

816 words

OH MY GOODNESS IM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING UE UE UE

I GOT COVID (IM FINE NOW) SO I HAD TO TAKE A HEALTH BREAK ON TOP OF MY MENTAL HEALTH BREAK

I HOPE UR STILL HERE UE UE UE
IF YOU ARE, I LOVE YOU. HOW DO YOU PUT UP WITH ME

also, hopefully the monthly updates wont be a trend. im better now and i have set up a thing where i threaten my self to do this.

but if you want something thats probably daily you can have my insta

its raaaaziel and my pfp is an asian with a strawberry bucket hat

also, yep nyx and viv are poly. they added another gal named trey :3 i love the three of them to death but being a 4th wheel sucks

https://www.wattpad.com/story/301729252-emotional-inc

^^ VIVIENNES STORY GO READ IT

yep thats it for this week

I LOVE YOU <333
-Ra ^-^