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taken - camp camp

summary: what if jermy never showed up (taken place during season2 episode4)

tw: crying, swearing

“i cant do this. i cant fucking do this.” max cried, pulling at his hair. he was so frustrated because he just wanted to scream so many cuss words at everyone. that stupid bet david made this morning was going to be the end of him. 

“hang in there max,” his friend, neil, tried reassuring. he put a gentle hand to max’s shoulder. “the days almost over. we just have to get through this.” 

max groaned and fell back onto the soft grass behind him. “i cant. i cant.” his face was boiling. “neil! im going to crack! i cant do this!” his eyes widened as an essay of insults came up his throat, ready to burst.

suddenly, david walked past them. “hiya neil! hiya max!” he smiled. 

“NO!” max pulled at his hair again. not david, anything but fucking DAVID.

david gave max and neil a confused look, but neil just shrugged it off. “what are you doing, david?” neil questioned, noticing the pile of sticks in davids hands.

“oh! im just taking this bundle of sticks-” david started but max cracked. literally. it was the loudest crack anyone heard. 

and he burst. it was painful to watch, this little kid spewing 30 swear words and insults in the span of a 10 seconds before he realized what he did. max stopped dead in his tracks, staring and the mortified campers. “w-wait i-” he started, but was cut off by petrol’s loud whistle. edward and snake dropped from the sky, a menacing grin on both of their ugly faces.

“well well well. you lost!” he laughed and pointed at david. he turned to max, “and by camp campbells WORST camper. no wonder.” he smiled.

max looked away and rubbed his arm, not meeting any of the furious campers eyes. 

“well, whos it gonna be?” edward put his hands behind his back and smiled again, showing his braces. 

neil sighed, he had to do it. “oh no! not max!” he fake cried out, earning everyones confused gazes. he elbowed nikki and winked. 

she caught on quickly, “yeah! anyone but max!”

space kid joined in, “hes my best friend!”

everyone agreed. max watched in shock. he couldnt believe they would just do this. he started to tear up as edward, snake, and petrol turned to him. edward snapped his fingers and petrol came running up to max, scooping him up and putting him on his shoulder. “well.” edward started. “we’ll be going now. so long LOSERS.”

“DAVID! HELP! please!” max cried out, kicking and reaching out to the counsler. he squeaked out a sob as he saw no one doing anything. “fuck all of you!” max growled through his tears. “Im going to get killed! help me!” he struggled in petrols grasp once again. “david...” he squeaked out once more, giving david puppy eyes. 

david turned away, scratching his arm. edward led snake and petrol onto their helecopter, quickly flying away as max screamed. 

everything was silent for a second as the flew away, max screams dying down. david looked at all the campers, their smiles triumphant. he blinked back tears as he looked beside him to his friend gwen. her hands to her mouth as her watery eyes looked in the direction of the helecopter, it no longer in sight.

david took in a shaky breath, max’s screams still rang in his ears. he tried to breathe at a normal rate, but he couldnt. what the fuck has he done?

“..david.. david?” gwen shook his shoulder, brining his attention to her. “are you okay?”

david was shaking. staring down at his hands. he cant believe he just did that. he froze, and now hes never going to see max again. hes never going to take max under his wing and train him to be the next generations camp counsiler and probably legally adopt max. hes gone. forever.

david closed his eyes, making the tears he didnt realize were there fall down his cheeks. “i lost him..” he whispered brokenly, taking gwen off guard. 

neil turned to them, his smile fading as he saw davids condition. “david.. im sorry..” he sighed. the other campers moods all turned blue aswell as they all looked at david.

preston spoke up, “but, like, max was the worst.” 

ered nodded. “totally uncool.”

nerris and harrison nodded. 

david sighed once again, turning around and continued to let his tears fall. 

gwen motioned for the kids to leave, “come on kids, lets get to bed.”

they all left david to his thoughts. his dark and depressing thoughts.

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soulmates - highschool au (prinxiety) part 1

summary: roman is fed up. its his senior year and he hasnt met his soulmate yet. 

paring: roman/alex, logan/mo

tw: none

roman woke with a pounding headache and sudden anxiety. it was.. peculiar to say the least. he barely felt anxious. he shook off the feeling and got dressed, wondering why his alarm wasnt going off. he had school today. normal, boring school. of course, roman wasnt too happy about going to school today, but what can you do? whine about it? he was a senior, so he kept reminding himself: ‘one more year until you can finally become a disney prince!’ his dream was always acting, especially in a disney movie. 

once roman got dressed in his normal attire of a white shirt, red varsity jacket and kaki pants, he went downstairs, skipping breakfast and saying goodbye to his mother. he went walked quietly to the bus stop, where his friends mo and logan were waiting there. 

“hello, gentlemen.” roman greeted the couple with a smile.

“well, hey there kiddo!” mo greeted back. “how was sleep?” he asked. roman smiled. mo was always protective over them. it was like being a father was melded into his blood. the bus came to a stop in front of them, roman shrugged at mo, getting on the bus. they quickly went to their personal spot in the back of the bus, and sat down. mo and logan sat next to eachother and stared at eachother lovingly. it made roman gag. he looked out the window, thoughts swirling with ‘why cant i get a date? im charming, im loving, im patient. why is loving so hard?’ he sighed as the bus came to another stop, picking up more students. roman didnt really pay attention, it was just stupid kids. suddenly, someone tapped his shoulder. he looked at the person, who was dressed in dark clothing, and bangs covering his nervous eyes. 

“excuse me.. c-could i, sit here?” he asked roman. meanwhile, roman was caught up in him. was he new? roman had never seen this boy before. sure, he was emo, but man he was hot.

roman awkwardly looked away, coughing. “sure.” he said in a monotone voice, looking out the window. the boy sat down and put his hood up. silence fell between them as the bus started moving towards the school. roman decided he would introduce himself, since this kid was probably new. “im roman. and you?” he turned to the shy boy. 

“its alex.” he didnt look roman in the eye. which kind of bugged him. this boy was probably a disrespectful rebel, so roman decided he wouldnt bother. 

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hell is where i dreamt of u and woke up alone - prinxiety (part 1)

summary: prince and anxiety break up

paring: prinxiety/logicallity/ logic and anxiety having bro moments 

tw: drugs mention, alcohol, starving mention, swearing

angst, jealousy, fluff at the end 

can ya’ll tell i love angst bc i like tourting myself. i also got in a really bad fight with my boyfriend. (now ex) so im pouring myself into this 

and i swear to god if the alcohol and drugs dont kill me, i dont know what will. other than you.

“you mean alot to me. but i just-- can’t. i- need time to.. think. im sorry.”

anxiety’s words rung in prince’s mind. they just kept playing.. and playing. over and over. prince hated it. prince was never the type to get over something so quickly like anxiety did. which got prince thinking: ‘does he miss me? does he care? i hope he does. i hope he’s having as much heartbreak as much as me. did he see how sad i was? how is he doing?’ prince lay in his bed, distinctively laying on one side, his hand grazing the other. his chest tightened thinking about how much he misses him. flashbacks of their past played in prince’s head. when they used to lay here, prince would hold anxiety close because anxiety was always somehow cold. the others joked that it was because he was actually cold blooded. but prince knew in the back of his mind that anxiety starves himself. too much. prince shook his head, tears forming. he wiped them away and tried to sleep. he was fortunately successful.

meanwhile, anxiety didnt know how to cope. his sketchbooks and notepads had been filled to their last pages with writings explaining his feelings in the last few weeks. although he felt as if princey didnt give him enough room to breathe, he still cared for him. prince was perfect. somewhat. prince understood when anxiety told him that he didnt really care for love or sexual things. he saw something online that this feeling was called “aromantic asexuality” this struggled prince, but they managed to bounce around it. whenever anxiety felt self conscious, prince would be there, telling anxiety to find his calming place. which was surprisingly a beach at dusk. anxiety didnt want to cry, he just felt- heavy. 

anxiety took a deep breath in, and pushed his hair back. he was shirtless, under the covers. shivering. anxiety got up and put on a shirt, then slipped outside and down the hall to the closest bathroom, trying to not make a sound. he closed the door quietly then looked under the sink in the back. there was his beloved bottle of pure vodka. he smiled, reaching for it and pulling it out, dusting it off. ‘its still good.’ he thought, ‘you’re my only friend.’

that made him crack a smile. he opened it, taking in the strong scent that he loved greatly. ‘no balls. just one swig.’ he took a deep breath, then chugged it down. it burned down his throat, pooling at his stomach, clearing his mind. he loved this feeling. he kept drinking until things went dizzy. ‘well, fuck the whole one swig thing.’ he got up, half empty bottle in hand, and got in the tub. he sat there, bored as hell, reading the everything on the bottle. from dates to ingredients. he took another swig, smiling as the liquid burned again. but suddenly, someone barged in, starling him and making him almost drop his precious bottle. “hhey! how a-about y-y-you knoch nexth time!!” anxiety slurred. it came out more as a mumble. 

“anxiety??” logan’s soft, tired voice came from the door way. “are you drinking?- again??”

anxiety looked up at logan. he was in a robe, crossing his arms. “the reeaal question ish... why aarent y-you?” he slurred, obviously drunk. anxiety took another swig. 

“anxiety!! that will damage you in ways that you will never possibly understand. stop this instant.” logan put his foot down. 

anxiety knew that arguing with logan would be a bust, so he put the cap on the bottle and gave it to logan. he took it and put it back under the sink. anxiety tried to get out of the tub, but he stumbled and fell down. “aah...” he groaned. logan rolled his eyes. he helped anxiety up and carried him to his room. 

“sleep. you need it.” logan told anxiety sternly, tucking him in. as soon as logan said those words, anxiety was snoring. logan shook his head. he quietly left anxietys room. closing the door slowly. but when he turned around, princey was stood there, glaring at him.

“what was that?” princey said, venom and jealousy in his voice. he crossed his arms and tapped his foot, waiting for an answer from the logical trait. 

“i was helping anxiety. why do you need to know?” logan sneered back. 

“well.. maybe its because its 5 in the morning and my ex and my best friend are fucking eachother?” princey spit, pure hatred in his eyes.

logan was confused. ‘fucking eachother’? “we werent... doing that... he was drinking! what else was i supposed to do? leave him there crying while he drowns? i found him in the bath, drinking and crying, roman.” logan lied so prince would get off his back. he knew nothing else could convince roman that nothing between him and anxiety was going on. 

this lie worked, because the face of anger and jealousy turned into worry. “drinking and crying? is he okay?” he asked frantically, looking behind logan at anxiety’s door. 

“hes fine now. go back to bed.” logan sighed, ushering princey back to his room. on the way back to his own, logan came to a plan. a pretty sinister one but, it was the only thing he could think of. the plan was to make princey jealous, and him and anxiety would get back together again. logan read anxiety’s journal entries because hes a snoop, and they described roman as the perfect person for anxiety. ‘a little clingy, but still- perfect.’ in anxiety’s words.

this week was going to be great.

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dizzy - prinxiety (part 1)

summary: thomas starts taking anti-anxiety pills. 

paring: prinxeity/logicallity

tw: none specified 

“i do not agree with this!” roman yelled at the other two traits. 

they both flinched. “look, i know you love him.. but its for the best.” logan tried to reassure the royal trait. him, prince and morality all sat in the control room of thomas’ mindscape, discussing if thomas should take the anti-anxiety medication his doctor prescribed. 

roman panicked. “b-but- wont it kill him??” he asked the logical trait.

logan knew the answer. but he couldnt break princey’s heart. he looked to the side to mortality, the moral trait looked back at him. he gave logan a look, thinking the same as him. it would kill him. logan took a deep breath and turned back to prince. “n-no. it wouldnt.” he lied through his teeth. he saw morality give him a look of disappointment. it made logan’s heart sink. “but just in case, we’ll make sure thomas takes a lesser dose than prescribed. okay?” logan tried to reason again. fortunatley for him, it worked, and the stress drained from prince’s face. prince nodded at him. although things seemed to be fine, morality wouldnt look at logan. logan put a hand on morality’s, but the moral trait moved his hand away. suddenly, anxiety walked into the room. his eyes were puffy and red, and his hair was messy. 

roman walked over to him, a look of pity on his face. “another attack?” he said quietly. anxiety looked down and nodded. 

logan gave morality another sad look, then got up and approached anxiety. “how are you doing?” he said softly. anxiety gave him a confused look. no one besides princey really cared for how he was doing. 

“fine.” he whispered. anxiety continued past them to the control pannel. he turned on the monitors, watching thomas get ready. 

“what are you doing, sunshine?” roman joined him.

“thomas wants to go out with his friends. hes gotta have some anxious thoughts.” anxiety shrugged, but before he could do anything, he watched the monitors as thomas took some pills. anxiety rarely checks on thomas so he doesnt really know whats going on all the time. “what pills are those?” anxiety turned around and looked around at all of them, waiting for an answer.

morality spoke up, “t-they’re.. anxiety pills.” he trailed off, looking away. 

anxiety’s eyes widened. “w-wh-what? anxiety pills? why??” he looked from morality to logan. “i thought-- i thought i was doing good-” anxiety paused, feeling light headed. he gripped his head and held onto roman for support. he stood there, breathing heavily until he felt okay again. when he could stand on his own, he started to yell at them. “do you really want me gone? i’ll die if he takes those!”

“it wasnt us, okay? the doctor prescribed them!” logan yelled back.

“well youre basically his mind! you can tell him to stop taking those!” anxiety gripped roman’s sleeve tighter as the room began to spin. his legs gave out and he fell to the floor. everything was blurry, and his ears kept ringing. 

meanwhile roman panicked.

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fantasy - prinxiety

((thats their ship name right??))

summary- alex is feeling paticularly bad today. roman cant take it

note; angsty. also ik the pov switches alot its 1;30 am and i just wanted to get this thought down. also also,, alex- anxiety; roman-princey; logan-logic, morgan-morality 

warning: in no form or way am i romanticizing depression/suicidal thoughts/anorexia/ and any other sort of mental illness claimed in this fanfiction.

it was prone of anxiety to feel like death 24/7. but this day in paticular he felt as if his heart was heavy and his eyes were teary as he went downstairs to make himself breakfast. he just got his normal coffee when princey approached him.

“alex, are you feeling alright? you seem kinda off this morning.” roman looked at anxiety with such fondness that anxiety couldnt bear it. he just wanted to cry and hug roman while roman whispers sweet nothings into his ear.

anxiety looked away, blushing at the thought. “i-im fine, roman i ju-just. need some time alone.” anxiety said sternly, making roman flinch. ugh, he couldnt do anything right. he didnt mean to hurt his feelings. roman opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, anxiety left the kitchen, storming out and upstairs to his room. 

“alex!! wait-!!” roman called after him. he sighed and put his head in his hands when the younger didnt respond.

morality and logic looked at eachother, then to roman. morality decided to speak up. “go after him, roman.” logic nodded, sipping at his coffee. 

roman took a deep breath, then dashed upstairs to anxiety’s room. he took another deep breath, but as he was about to knock on anxiety’s door, he heard faint sobs coming from the other side of the door. they werent just anxiety’s normal sobs, they were hard and painful. romans heart broke.

“alex?” roman said quietly, knocking on the door slightly. the door creaked open. roman stepped inside slowly, looking all over the room for the younger. said person was laying in a ball on the bed, holding his knees and quietly sobbing. the person on the bed noticed roman, and turned away. 

“p-please.. leave..” anxiety choked out. roman had enough. he layed next to the younger on the bed, engulfing him in a bear hug. anxiety buried his head in roman’s chest and griped his sleeve, sobbing once more.

“shh.. alex. its okay. you’re alright.” roman whispered. he could feel anxiety calming down. he felt triumphant. 

anxiety sighed into romans chest. seems like his fantasy had come true..