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chrismcleanswife · 1 year

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BESTIEEEE

im gonna need some of your amazing platonic headcanons of chef with a male contestant that he sees as his son

jsut some father-son relationship thingz pleaseee

its ok if not ^^

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐟 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧

♥🪖 -> Chef noticed right away that there was something different about you.

♥🪖 -> It wasn't your hair, nor your looks nor your strength or physical abilities.

♥🪖 -> It was... something else...

♥🪖 -> What was it? He spent a week or so to find it out.

♥🪖 -> It was that you lowkey reminded him of himself.

♥🪖 -> You were a hell of a chaotic teenager but you still managed to show respect to the environment and the people around you, that surprisingly including Chris and even himself.

♥🪖 -> After some time you started to notice the characteristic way of acting of Chef and your brain decided to wake up.

♥🪖 -> Everything clicked as your brain made up the "theory" of Chef being an ex-military.

♥🪖 -> So that night you sneaked out of your cabin to go to the kitchen, place in which you know Chef would be.

♥🪖 -> ❝Good afternoon Sir❞ you said while you put your head visible on the window that led to were Chef was.

♥🪖 -> ❝Holy shi-!❞ he screamed at the suden appearence, droping his pan and turning to look at you quickly ❝Oh, it's just you kid❞ he later said, looking at you with rather uninterest.

♥🪖 -> But seeing how the sparkle in your eyes didn't disappear yet, he rolled his eyes, picked up the pan from the floor and while starting to wash it he spoke again ❝What da ya want, I'm busy❞

♥🪖 -> Your eyes looked at him with a hint of excitement before the question that was forming on your head finally left your lips.

♥🪖 -> ❝Were you a military?❞ you asked still outside of the window, a grin spreading to your lips when you saw how Chef stopped right in his tracks at the question.

♥🪖 -> When he turned around he locked eyes with you, his eyes were a little more soft than before.

♥🪖 -> He wasted no time in walking on your direction and opening the window to let you in the kitchen.

♥🪖 -> ❝Yeah, how'd ya know that kid?❞ was the first few words that left his mouth.

♥🪖 -> You quickly smiled proudly and said ❝Because I'm a BRAT❞ [British Regiment Attached Traveler].

♥🪖 -> He blinked, truly surprised, not even a sound left his mouth, but at your proud grin he could only bring himself to smile, now the why you reminded him of himself clicking on his brain.

♥🪖 -> You spent near 3 hours in that kitchen, gladly helping Chef with the washing and other minimal chores while he told you about his experiences.

♥🪖 -> Since that night It was evident to everyone that Chef had took a liking to you.

♥🪖 -> Small things like quickly asking you how your night went when he was serving you breakfast, or the way you would mimic a military salute when he walked by, or the way he called you a "military brat" were obvious proof to that.

♥🪖 -> He obviously didn't tell anyone apart from Chris this but, he saw you as his own son and Chris often pointed that out when the above mentioned interactions were to happen before his handsome tv show host eyes.

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writerofadream · 4 months

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Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

Chapter Two: Meet the Stars

TDI! Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader

Duncan and you had been separated for around three hours now, you had both on seperate boats and you were aleady getting twitchy. You both had brought a total of four things from juvie, as well as two confiscated items of yours. Duncan had bought his switchblade, a handheld pistol, a bracelet, his meds, a picture of his mom, as well as a small heart locket that held a picture of you when you were around nine.

You had bought a handheld pistol, a dagger with your initials on it, a locket that had a picture of Duncan in it, a picture of seven year old Duncan and you, a deck of cards, and lastly a lighter.

The older boy had been furious when Chris informed you that neither of you would be on your meds for this little 'expedition.' and by furious I mean, had quickly shoved Chris into a wall holding a knife to his throat. "I can deal without my shit. But unless you want a fucking wild animal released she get's her shit at least once a week got that, asshat?" Duncan hissed. Chris's eyes flickered towards you, as you took a selfie of the two while doing a piece symbol with a large smile.

You were crazy.

He loved crazy.

Crazy made money.

Chris didn't want you on your meds. His exact words were that you were "So much more fun without them!" he didn't seem to mind the fact that Duncan had shortly thereafter had shoved him into a wall and put his forearm to his neck. "She's going to get her meds, at least once a week, every friday, got that?" he had whispered. "You know what that's a great idea. She'll have this strange contradicting personality, people will think she's crazy!"

Chris truly, loved an insane idea.

You had leveled the gun at his head in record time, your phone gone in a flash. "Don't, call me crazy." Your voice was shaky.

"If you say so scorpion. Let's get a move on!" Chris smiled patting your shoulder as he quickly got guards to seperate you and Duncan both. Now you were on a boat on your way to an island which sure looked nice from the picures.

The medicine you took kept you steady, kept you from losing your cool on everyone around you. It kept you sedated, calm, cool, and collected. Without you turned into an injured animal that had just been cornered.

Wild, rabid, and feral.

So that was the deal, you would get your meds every friday because then you'd have a confusing contradicting personality which would get viewers intrigued and therefore more money!

The weekend after Chris had picked you up, he had seven armed guards seperate you and Duncan and put you on two different boats. Duncan had yelled for a long time and eventually got three of his guards down. You had broken the finger of a guard that had grabbed your shoulder and had broken the shin of one of the others.

You were staring at your hands by the time you felt the boat hit the dock slowly. They were already shaky. Your eyes flickered upwards and your stomach was quickly full of dread. It was a dump, the island, was an actual god forsaken waste of space. You jumped off the boat not bothering to find the ladder.

"Here she is, Y/N our resident scorpion." The insane TV show host yelled from his post on the dock. Your eyes flickered quickly around the island, at least what you could see. A pit formed itself in your stomach. "This was not what we were told, Mclean. I don't like being lied too." You nearly screeched at him, you were seething with anger.

"Oh I know princess. Your parole officer told me about that. She also told me to tase you and bring you back if you started making a fuss." The psychotic man smiled at you. Duncan watched you wearily from his spot on the dock and noticed your stance.

Hands clenched, body tense, eyebrows furrowed, eyes slitted, jaw set. Yes, all the looks of a L/N, ready to pounce.

Suddenly before you could jump there was arms around your shoulders and hands around your waist. "Scorpion, you better put that tail of yours down. I'm too pretty to die!" Chris giggled as Duncan dragged you away.

He grabbed your waist right before you could jump at the TV host. "Hey, ain't worth it, Y/N. We both know it." He hissed in your ear and gently threw you into the group of people. You sighed your body untensing and your fingers found his.

You stared at the people around you. A pretty blonde with a surfboard, a goth-chick who was fine as hell, a girl who clearly looked like she got everything she wanted, a girl with brown hair that seemed nice enough, a buff girl in a blue outfit, a girl with a shit ton of additude, a set of girls you would've thought were twins, a dude everyone thought was fine (you didn't see it), a tall chubby blonde boy, a nerdy looking redhead, a kid who was clearly homeschooled, a short boy who was looking at the goth chick with a huge smile, a dude who clearly played the guitar, a sporty dude, a blonde muscle-boy with a hat, and lastly a goody-two-shoes who was cute.

Suddenly you heard a loud yell and saw a flash of redhair hit the dock. Courtney ran to grab the girl out of the water. "She could be seriously injured guys." She scolded your group.

"If she thinks a concussion is a serious injury you've never actually been hurt have you?" Duncan laughed and honestly you had to resist the urge to giggle as well.

A chance of 100,000 dollars, and the ability to fuck around with some assholes?

This is going to be the best couple weeks ever.

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this-is-what-makes-us-fandoms · 5 years

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Phobia Factor |Total Drama Island|

Summary: Duncan helps you with your fear of confined places on Phobia Factor.

Pairing: Duncan x Reader

Warnings: None

Words: 2.8K

The screaming gophers team members walked towards your team, who were all still feeling the loss of the challenge. Courtney took a stand and confronted them on them being here, thinking they were here to gloat. They tried to play it off as being nice by offering dessert but in reality, they were just out here to air out their cabin. Which Owen, their teammate, had stunk up with his disgusting gas fumes. Beth walked up to Courtney, showing her that they, however, really did bring dessert for them. She held a plate of green gelatin in front of Courtney's face, making her yelp and take a few steps back.

"No! I mean, no thanks. I'm good," She said calmly, trying to play off her disgust.

"What, are you on a diet or something?" Duncan asked.

"No, I just don’t like green jelly, okay," She replied,

Beth shrugged her shoulders and moved onto the other "campers", sticking the plate right in front of DJ's face. DJ shrieked when he saw the gummy worm inside, thinking it to be a snake and smacking the plate out of Beth's hands. It landed right by Cody's feet and he picked up the candy worm inside of it, showing that it's just candy and not an actual snake.

"Sorry for tripping, snakes just freak me out," DJ explained.

Tyler patted DJ's back as he sympathized on his fear. "I feel you, chickens give me the creeps, dude."

"You're afraid of chickens?" You remarked, giving him a look.

Duncan chuckled at that confession. "Wow, that's—that's really lame, man."

And just like that you were all having this big bonding moment with everyone spilling what they were afraid of. Like Beth went on and on about how she was deeply terrified of being covered in bugs. Harold shared that he was afraid of ninjas, which you didn't believe to be honest. Considering how he’s always doing something ninja-like or bragging about being a skilled martial artist. You were really shocked when Heather admitted she was afraid of something, the girl is her own type of scary, you found it difficult to believe that she had a fear. But I guess even monsters have their nightmares. She admitted to being afraid of sumo wrestlers, her confession making you stifle a laugh with your hand. She shot you a glare and would’ve said something but the conversation quickly moved onto Gwen. Lucky for you since you weren’t really in the mood to deal with Heather.

"What's my worst fear?" Gwen questioned. "I guess being buried alive."

You shivered a little, yeah, that didn’t sound like fun but you weren't afraid of that.

"Walking through a minefield...in heals," Lindsay said after Gwen finished.

"Flying man, that's some crazy stuff," Owen shared, Izzy nodding her head as she agreed. "I would never go up in a plane."

"I'm scared of hail, small but deadly," Geoff said.

"Being left alone in the woods," Bridgette confessed.

Beside her, Sadie, sniffled before sharing her biggest fear, she hated bad haircuts. Lindsay gasped and changed her fear, she agreed that bad haircuts were the worst thing ever. Cody went next, his biggest fear was having to defuse a time bomb under pressure.

"I'm not really afraid of anything," Courtney said smugly.

You and Duncan both coughed, calling her out on her bullshit. "Yeah right." "Baloney."

"Oh really? Well what exactly are your phobias, Mr. And Mrs. Know-It-All," She scoffed.

That was your cue to look away and pretend like you had no idea what just happened. Duncan looked like he had just been caught doing something embarrassing as he looked around to the others. They were all waiting for him, and you, to share their biggest phobia. Mostly because they wanted to know what the big bad Duncan was afraid off. And you, Miss Mysterious, seemed to know a lot about everyone but hardly anyone knew a thing about you.

Duncan sighed and gave up his fear. "Ce-Celine Dion music-store standees."

Beside him, he heard you stifle a laugh before his attention turned to Cody who spoke up. "Ex-squeeze me? I didn’t quite get that."

"Dude, did you say 'Celine Dion music-store standees?'" Trent asked.

"Ooh, I love Celine Dion," Lindsay cheered. "What's a standee?"

"You know, that cardboard-cutout thing that stands in the music store," Trent explained.

"Don't say it, dude," Duncan said with a groan.

"Kind of like a life-size but flat, Celine," Trent went on.

"So, if we had a cardboard standee right now," Courtney went on before being cut off by Duncan.

"That's kind of pathetic," You chuckled.

"Oh yeah, and what are you afraid of?" Duncan challenged.

"No offense, you're all pretty cool people, some more than others. But you're not the only ones listening in and I'd rather not tell the world what I'm afraid of," You said.

And just like that they all realized they were on TV. "Uh, well, I've got nothing to hide. I hate mimes, like a lot." Trent shared.

"Okay Courtney, you're afraid of something," You said, trying to get her to spill.

"Nope—Nothing," She said, that smug smile still on her face.

"That's not what she said last night," Duncan laughed, making you roll your eyes and divert your gaze.

You liked Duncan, that much you knew, since the beginning you two just clicked. But you had no idea how he felt about you, sure you had your moments but he loved to mess around. And he seemed to have a thing for Courtney, you weren't about to interfere with that. You saw Courtney stand up and leave, completely missing out on what happened. You looked at Duncan, no doubt that he had something to do with it but he just shrugged his shoulders. After that, everyone decided to head back to bed, wanting some rest before another gruesome challenge tomorrow.

You walked next to Duncan in silence before the two of you reached the cabins and went your separate ways.

You sat at the table that held all your teammates, eating Chef's "food" as Chris announced the next challenge. He announced the next game to be a game called 'Phobia Factor' where everyone would be facing their greatest fears. And this right here is exactly why didn't share what your greatest fear is, and why you never will.

He pulled out a card, announcing Heather as the first victim in this challenge, facing her worst fear; sumo wrestlers. He called on Gwen next, she was going to be buried alive, making her gasp loudly. This is when everyone figured out that everyone was actually facing off their biggest fear. And now everyone thought you were a complete genius for not sharing your fear.

"Chef Hatchet, didn't you have a special order for Tyler here?" Chris said.

Chef nodded smugly as he presented Tyler with a whole fried chicken. Tyler picked it up and brought it to his mouth, biting the head off, only for a live chicken to pop out. Was that even possible? Tyler freaked out, of course, but ultimately setting off the game.

The game went on pretty okay, with everyone being presented their fear. Beth was shown a large pool of bugs in which jumped right in and swam around. Nice one Beth, way to set the bar so high! Sadie and Lindsay were both made to wear mullet wigs all day to complete their part of the challenge. Izzy and Owen were taken up on a plane that was being driven by Chef. Harold faced off ninjas, or at least tried, he ended up smacking himself with his own nunchucks. Why did he have nunchucks at the ready? Lashawna ran away from Chef dressed as a spider, coasting her team a point. Heather went up against a sumo wrestler and actually won, by total luck though. But it made the score 2-0 with the killer bass, your team, losing.

Bridgette was lead into the woods to begin her six hours of total solitude. You watched in slight horror as Gwen was being buried, poor girl. DJ eventually scored a point for you team when he conquered his fear of snakes. But you were still one-point behind so not much of a victory for you guys.

Cody was let somewhere where a garbage bomb was planted, one he had to defuse. As Trent was being chased by a mime, the rest of you moved onto the next fear. Duncan's Celine Dion music-store standee phobia, all of you stood in front of cardboard cutout of her as Chris explained what you had to do.

Duncan stood there with a terrified face as you helped him out. "She's pretty, she's nice."

"Just one hug and you're done," Chris explained.

"That—That looks really real, man," Duncan said, fear evident in his voice.

"Dude, she's made of cardboard! Get in the game!" Tyler yelled from the sidelines.

"Hey, it's okay if you can't do it," You told him gently.

He sighed and reached out for your hand, causing your heart to skip a beat. "Fine, I'll try." He said, giving you a smile. He took a deep breath before running off towards the cutout, arms outstretched to give her a hug. He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a hug, scoring the bass another point. You smiled widely, ready to give him a hug but someone beat you to it. Courtney wrapped her arms around Duncan, cuddling up to him and cheering. That's right, he and Courtney had a thing that you weren't about to get in between.

You and the others walked over to him and congratulated him for his big win. The score was tied until Trent faced the mime and scored the gophers another point, leaving the score 3-2. Next up was Geoff with a mini cloud of hail just for him to pelt him with hail. But this reminded Trent about Gwen being buried alive, but she completed her task and the gophers now had four points while the bass had two. Owen and Izzy also survived their plane ride, scoring their team another two points. Looks like your team lost another challenge, even if Sadie, Bridgette, and Tyler completed their tasks.

Speaking of which, Lindsay and Sadie conquered their fears and went the whole day with bad haircuts. Making the score 7-3, let's hope Tyler can get over his fear of chickens and win your team other point. But with Tyler being the last challenge of the day, what hope did you team have? Especially since Bridgette lost and ran out of the woods before time was up.

"Actually, we have two more challenges," Chris announced.

You looked at him in confusion, you and Courtney both refused to say what you were afraid of so what could they actually do? Chris brought everyone over to a tub of green jelly for Courtney to jump into, after they deduced that she was afraid of green jelly. That was probably more pathetic than Tyler's fear of chickens but when she explained why you saw her reasoning. It did look like snot, it made you shiver as you thought about it.

"Ugh, that is just cruel! It's probably warm by now, warm green jelly. Snotty, bouncy, ugh!" Gwen said, trying psych Courtney out.

Courtney stood at the top, looking down at the tub in disgust. "It's okay if you can't do it, Courtney." Duncan said.

"It is? But won't we lose?" You retorted.

In the end she chickened out, walking back to her team in shame, while the gophers cheered. "Not so fast gophers, I said we had two challenges left." Chris said as he looked at you. "On this show, we like to do our research, and since you didn't tell us your fear we had to dig it up. Thanks for that, by the way."

"And what did you find?" You asked cautiously.

"Absolutely nothing!" Chris sighed. "Which is why, if you tell us your fear and complete it, I will give you triple points."

You felt everyone's eyes on you, while you looked at Chris with a harsh glare while he smiled smugly. What were you going to do? You could do the challenge and score three points or leave it as is. But three points wouldn’t give you the win, so either way your team still loses.

"That'd still be 7-6 though," You said.

"True, but at least your teammates can't say you didn’t try," Chris said. You gave him a look which made him roll his eyes and speak up once again. “Fine, I’ll also throw in immunity for you and another camper of your choice.”

Your teammates all looked at you eagerly, hoping that you would take the deal. And they were all hoping they were good enough friends with you that you’d consider one of them for immunity. But let’s be honest, even if you did do it and win, you’d choose Duncan as your immunity buddy.

You sighed heavily. "Fine, I don't like small spaces."

"That's it?" Someone from the gophers remarked.

You turned to look at them with a glare, pointing a finger at them. "You try spending two hours in a small closet because your so-called friends forgot to find you during hide-n-seek!"

And then is where your fear of confined places stems from, all because of a small incident when you were six. Chris chuckled in the back as he started to set everything up before leading you to your challenge. You started to quiver as the lot of you walked with him, the last time you were stuck in enclosed area you had a massive panic attack.

Everyone looked at you as they waited for you to go into the small spaced area Chris had set up. You couldn't do it, you really just couldn't, it was too much for you.

"Hey, psst," Duncan whispered beside you.

"Uh, yeah?" You said.

"Shh, keep it down. Take this," Duncan slipped you something before you were pushed into your small space.

The last bit of light was shut out before you were in complete darkness and confinement. You just had to be in here for ten minutes, you could do it and score you team three points. "Hey, you listening?" A voice came through somewhere, more specifically through the device Duncan slipped you, a walkie-talkie.

"Yeah, what's up?" You asked.

"Figured you might need someone to talk to while you did this," Duncan said.

"Yeah thanks," You replied.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" Duncan asked sincerely, shocking you that he was being nice.

"Wow, it's not like you to be so nice," You teased.

"Keep doing that and I'll leave," He threatened.

"Sorry!" You yelped, not wanting to think about being alone. "So, uh, you and Courtney huh?" Now was your time to find out how Duncan felt about Courtney.

"What about me and Miss Loud Mouth," He spoke.

"You two are a thing, right?" You asked.

"No! What gave you that idea?" He asked.

"Well, you two seem so close and you ended up sleeping together on last challenge," You explained.

"Okay, that was a total accident and I don't like Miss I'm A CIT. I just like messing with her, she's too easy," He told you, laughing on the other end.

"Oh," Was your reply.

"Why the sudden interest, princess?" He asked.

"No reason, just trying to keep my mind off of other things," You said. "So how much longer?"

"You've got five more minutes. Anyway, no reason isn't a reason, why the question?" He pressed.

"It is a reason, geez, can't a girl ask a question," You sighed.

"Alright whatever," He replied.

Silence overtook the atmosphere, your fear creeping back up quickly. You took deep breaths as you tried to calm yourself down, you weren't going to lose, not like this. "Duncan, you still there?"

"Yeah, I'm still here," He said.

"Okay good," You said, letting silence take over again for a few minutes. "Hey Duncan?"

"Yeah?" He asked.

"I like you, a lot," You confessed.

"I know princess. I actually like you too," He said.

You smiled to yourself and snuggled into yourself, waiting patiently for the end of your challenge. When you got out, everyone was waiting there for you, cheering at your successful challenge. They had to give it to you, having to spend ten minutes in total confinement was unthinkable. None of them wanted to do that, so yeah, kudos to you. And Duncan was waiting for you there as well, actually impressed that you did it. You lost the challenge but you conquered your fear and perhaps got a boyfriend too.

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writerofadream · 4 months

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Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Twenty Three: Yes, I'd like to purchase one racoon mom. Yes, her name is Lily.

You laughed behind your palm as you watched Owen try to reconcile with Izzy, for some reason with wildflowers.

Since you and Izzy had very similar personalities, you knew exactly what you would want in her situation. Probably bullets, a better gun, some knives, a bow and an arrow. You watched as Owen tried to step in front of her and walked straight onto a trap.

“Whatcha laughing at?” Duncan came out of the cabin, his arms slithering around you as he covered your neck in kisses.

“Well I think maybe we will have a different lifetime.” You said, matter-of-factly. Duncan smiled, before grabbing your hand and dragging you over to them. Everyone else quickly followed in pursuit.

But the second you were all gathered around the swinging Owen, you heard a snap and a cage fell on top of you all.

“Good morning, campers! Or should I say trappers?” Chris appeared with a beaver on his head.

But you were focused on the expression Duncan had, he was staring at the bars that surrounded you all, and you sighed, sneaking both hands into his. His eyes finally fell onto you, and he smiled. “I know.” You mouthed and he nodded sadly.

“Okay let’s talk about the challenge over chow.” Chris walked off holding a knife and the beaver.

“Is he gonna cut us down?” Owen asked, his face turning red, but with nearly expert precision, Chris snapped the rope and the door to your cage opened.

Duncan was the first one out, letting out a large breath once he stepped out. “I think we should rotate it into nicotine gum instead of the patches. The patches just increase everything that is bad for me.” Duncan muttered as you began the trek to the cafeteria.

“Alright, I’ll try to see if, Chef is willing to buy me some.” You smiled, today will be Duncan's second week off the cigarettes. “I mean of course he will, who could resist that face.” Duncan rained down kisses upon your face causing you to let out a giggle much to his surprise.

You watched as Duncan tried to eat the paste, and stifled a laugh, he glared at you sticking his tongue out as well. “Isn’t this the stuff you use to keep your hair straight?” You teased and he smirked, flipping you off discreetly causing you to roll your eyes.

“Alright campers, there's eight of you left so look alive.” Chris advised, seemingly juggling the paste-balls. “God, I would kill for your moms cooking.” Duncan grumbled spitting the paste back into the bowl much to your disgust.

“Well, I’d kill for my mom to be alive so it’s clear that neither of us are killing the right people.”

Gwen spit out her drink. “That’s dark.” She laughed, mildly concerned. “Why thank you.” You winked, causing the girl to blush.

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“Hm, my chances of winning? I honestly don’t care if I win. The less time I’m here, the more time I’m away from that ****ing **** eater, Chris ‘let’s make girls ******* terrified because I’m a ****** pervert.’ McLean.” You leaned back on the outhouse bench with a satisfied smirk.

“You’ll each have eight hours to trap an animal.” Chris declared. Duncan snatched Owen’s wrist. “Got one.” He yelled. “A wild animal,” Chris said, sending the raven-haired boy an ‘are you stupid?’ glare.

“Got one.” Duncan yelled again, snatching your wrist. You slowly turned to look at him with a mildly amused expression. “I’m going to sew your **** to your head.” You smiled and Duncan gave you a cheeky grin, kissing your cheek and getting your hand down.

“The reward is a meal of your favorite foods.” Chris smiled wide, gesturing to the tables. “Honey, I love you and all, but I’m so hungry.” Duncan groaned. You rolled your eyes and ruffled his hair trying to hide the fact that the last time you ate was about four days ago.

—-

Chris gathered you around the boat-room-dock thing and had you all pick out names from a hat. Duncan rolled his eyes once he got a raccoon, you burst out laughing when you saw that you got a lynx. “How long till he realizes that we went to WSS?” Duncan whispered in your ear. “Probably the same time he realizes I hate him.” Duncan shrugged, nodding in agreement.

Chris herded you all into the boat-room-thing and gave you sixty seconds to find the supplies you needed.

Duncan picked up a chainsaw, and you crossed your arms. “I worry what goes on through your mind.” You sighed, shaking your head softly. Duncan smiled, “Personally I think this’ll be a great raccoon catcher.” You laughed rolling your eyes and standing on your tiptoes to peck his lips. “Mhm.” You decided to just nod and smile.

You picked up a bucket of bunny carcasses, and a beaver pelt. “Let’s go.” Duncan quietly grabbed your hips and led you out of the room, narrowly avoiding wrestling Heather and Gwen.

Chris called out “Times up.” And you all stepped back out onto the dock. “Go now, young padawans, proud you make me.” Chris said in his best imitation of Yoda. “I think next time we should just stay in juvie.” You grumbled stepping past the man.

“Meet me back on docks in twenty minutes.” Duncan nearly ordered you causing a blush to redden your cheeks. “You underestimate your abilities, baby. You were catching raccoons when we were five.” You smiled before running off.

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Finding the lynx was easy enough. You got deep into the woods, near the snowy mountains and laid the beaver pelt down before laying the bunnies in it, before making a bunny beaver burrito.

You scaled the nearest tree hiding in a particularly busy spot before you waited for your prey. It may have been twenty seconds, or twenty minutes when the lynx finally appeared.

The beautiful creature sniffed the food for a moment before it put out a paw to touch it. The cat hissed when the burrito unfolded showing the bunnies.

But it quickly delved in, shoving its face into the meal and eating all of them in near moments. Now this was the fun part. You watched as the lynx let the meal digest, then the lynx got really tired and began swaying on its feet. You took a picture on your phone and sent it to Duncan

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Me: look what I got {picture attached}

Tiger 💚: so many raccoons why the **** are there so many raccoons on this god forsaken island what the **** ***** **** ** shdbns&:?: &@

Me: .. Duncan?

Tiger 💚: {video attached: Duncan screaming ‘I love you, honestly I’d love to marry you but I might die from these raccoons’ the camera points up and you see a giant raccoon monster}

Me: oh..? Cute??

Tiger 💚: {Picture attached: Duncan is smiling like an idiot and making a heart symbol with the racoon on his head} love you, everything’s good now <3

Me: :) love you 2 baby ♥️

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It then promptly passed out, deep in a food coma. You smiled to yourself and jumped out of the tree. The lynx had consumed twenty four bunnies in meme moments, it was gonna be out for a day at least.

You slowly creeped toward the sleeping creature and bent to your knees, snatching the knife out of your side pocket, striping the beaver pelt of the rope that lined it.

You tied the lynx’s front and back paws and threw it over your shoulders and began your run to the boat-dock which you were happy to see Duncan sitting, scratched up but happily waiting for you.

He held the raccoon in his lap and was taking about a million photos with it. Duncan waved excitedly to you. “Her name is Lily.” The racoon almost waved at you.

“Duncan I love you, I love you a lot, but why did you name a raccoon after my mom?” Duncan smiled once you asked that question.

“Because she freaked out when I was showing her my homescreen.” Duncan laughed, holding the racoon tight. “Can I keep her?” You laughed as you stared at your stupidly adorable boyfriend. “Of course, Tiger. Of course.” You watched as the racoon made grabby hands at you.

“Let your racoon mom hold you.” Duncan shoved the animal in your hands and you stifled a laugh. “Of course, baby.”

So that’s where you both sat, holding your animals and talking, and petting the new animals and watching the sunset on Camp Wawanakwa.

Is this a good time to mention that Duncan wants to marry you?

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Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Twenty Four: This is my boyfriend's, boyfriend, Geoff-

Chris was monologuing again. You watched as the man landed the helicopter, currently Duncan was giving you a piggyback while jumping on one foot while Heather and Gwen bet if he would drop you or not. (the answer was not)

The current bid was one-hundred-and-fifty bucks.

Chris gave you all the signals from above to line up. You let yourself fall off Duncan’s waist and skipped over to the line, dragging Duncan to join you. He laughed as unbeknownst to you stared at you with heart eyes.

As Chris landed he held up a pair of cuffs, and Duncan laughed. “Macy sent you a care package.” He smirked pointing at the cuffs.

“How do you know it wasn’t Marcel?” You crossed your arms. “Because Marcel loves me.” Duncan pointed out. “... Didn’t he sit on you until you admitted that you had taken drugs?” You covered your smile with your hand.

“It’s how he shows his love.”

–

Chris had you and Duncan cuffed up together. Duncan held up his hand which brought up yours as well. You both were staring at it and you resisted the urge to chuckle. “You know what this reminds me of…?” Duncan muttered.

“Christmas 2017!” You both laughed in unison.

Flashback

Duncan was thrown against a wall, and you were thrashing against the guards holding on to you. But, the guard happened to be Marcel who discretely made sure that you guys would be cuffed together. Duncan at his hands, as well as your hands, annoyed.

You gave the guards a glare that would make the world's manliest man shrink in his spot. That’s how you and Duncan worked, he thought of the future, how you both would get out of this mess, you focused on the present trying to put the fear of god in anyone who tried to mess with either of you.

End of flashback

“This isn’t fair, they’re a couple who can work well together.” Heather whined.

Chris bopped her on the nose. “When you get a guy that the viewers love then we’ll talk. Stay sadly single, kid.” Chris smiled and the girl fumed causing you to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing.

–

The first challenge was to feed your partner. You had to laugh at that. Duncan was beaten so often that growing up you had to feed him so he’d you know, survive. But the only problem was that the food looked strange. Duncan had an idea pop into his head and a smile on his face.

“Arm wrestle me for it.”

You smirked and took that challenge, you both clasped arms and laid your elbows on the table. You began the arm wrestle, smiling at your boyfriend. “Do you think we’ll have kids?” He asked randomly. “Hmm, maybe. I’d like a boy.” You gritted your teeth trying so hard not to fail.

“I think I’d like a girl, name her Lily after your mom, and then maybe have a boy and name him after James.” Your heart melted and an audible aw came out of your mouth.

“I think we’d live in New York. You’d open up a half-way-house for ex-cons, I’d open up a bar.” Duncan continued. The overly feminine side in you was eating this up and you were so distracted that Duncan slammed your arm against the table.

Fast-forward

“Where are my children?” You had a big smile as you entered your home. “Mami!” You watched as your younger son ran down the hallways of your apartment and jumped into your arms. “James.” you yelled back equally excited.

“Mama.” Your older daughter ran down the hallway, shortly after her brother and jumped into your arms as well. You twirled you children in the air, who were giggling, so happy that their mama was home.

“Now where’s your father.” You said with a mock-serious tone.

Suddenly your husband walked into the room, his hair freshly wet and patted against his head. “Hola mi vida.” He smiled and hugged the three of you close to his chest, and gave you a peck on the lips. Much to your children's horror.

“Mommmm.”

“Dad…”

“No fair you used our relationship against me.” You complained nearly pouting.

“I told you the truth because I want you to eat. I see the way you throw away your meal sweetheart. I want you to eat.” Duncan sighed and a sad smile crossed his face.

“Fine. But did it have to be camp food.” You complained as you looked back at the dish.

“Might as well start off with the worst of the worst.” Duncan shrugged, and you sighed. “You better be happy you're cute.” You lightly picked his cheek causing him to smile like a cheeky child.

You opened your mouth and in seconds your boyfriend was shoving food in it. T

hen the challenge ended really quickly because why do we not give an anorexic person too much food at once? Because they’ll throw up.

You emptied your guts into the trash can as Duncan held your hair back. He rolled his eyes as you flipped him off, still actively throwing up. “Love you too sweetheart.” He smiled sadly, rubbing an arm up and down your back trying to convey comfort.

—

You sickly glared at the camera. “Food can go suck my big fat **** for all I ******* care.” You grumbled holding your stomach, in the outhouse.

—

Unsurprisingly Owen and Heather won, because she has a partner that has a vacuum as a mouth. Duncan sighed, rubbing your back as you laid your head on the table, every nerve you had left screaming in pain.

“Dollface, I need you to start eating at least once a day. There wasn’t barely any food, and you still got sick. I need you to try, okay?” Duncan kissed the back of your head and ruffled your hair. You nodded curtly. You should try.

You would try for him,

—

Chris had you all gather on the docks. You had your head against Duncan’s shoulder and he had an arm wrapped around you, holding you close as if you would fall away from him.

“Last chance for a wimp key.” Chis waved the enticing key in front of you all, and you had half a mind to snatch it out of his hands and jam it in his jugular. You smiled at the thought, man whenever you get voted off is gonna be exciting.

“What’s the challenge, Chris?” Geoff asked, who was attached to Gwen, the goth-girl kept rolling her eyes at every other sentence the blonde spoke.

“There are three canoes on the beach, one for each team. Your challenge is to paddle the canoe while wearing handcuffs. All the way to Boney Island, once there you will get a package. Now go, go, go!” Chris was distracted by the herd of campers so you held your breath to stop yourself from laughing, when you saw Duncan shove the man to the ground.

Duncan sat in front, because sitting in the back made him seasick, and sitting in the front made you seasick.

You quickly got into the water, and began to paddle.

You had arrived at Boney Island, third, Chris’s helicopter dipped so he could yell out the next instructions. Yadda, yadda, yadda, put the packages back in the cave, while piggy-back riding the other. Before you could protest that you were too heavy, Duncan snatched your hand and put both of them around his shoulders and hoisted you up.

A blush spread itself across your face.

You got to the cave rather quickly but were met with carnivorous beavers. “Ain’t nobody that tough.” Duncan grumbled and you both cartwheeled back to shore. (Well you cartwheeled, Duncan walked on his hands)

–

The next challenge was to make a totem pole of shame using the heads of your ex-fellow-campers. That would be easy, hopefully. Your memory was amazing, but Duncan’s was the best, he remembered everything that happened from ages five through seventeen.

Everyone else was struggling, Owen was getting mad because Heather wanted to talk crap about Izzy, and Gwen and Geoff had terrible memories and couldn’t decide who was who, Katie or Sadie. You remembered that Katie was the one who was more quiet, Sadie was the one that helped you when you were sick.

You saw a carving of Izzy and Duncan tossed you his knife, sensing what you were thinking.

You carved the word ‘Kid’ and put a small heart next to it. Chris came over and saw what you had done. He had the audacity to laugh, and say “Aw, little Miss. Tough ain’t so tough.” which promptly caused Duncan to throw Courtney’s head at him.

“I love you so much.”

“I know.”

Duncan and you had won. Chris held up both of your hands and slurred his words. “The winnerz arep Dunkykim anndl Y/Nes.” you had to stifle your laughter and the second you guys got back on the canoe you almost cried laughing.

—

That night at the campfire, you and Duncan got your marshmallows first, then Leshawna, Heather, and then Owen. It was left between Geoff and Gwen. You watched your boyfriend’s eyes fall on Geoff, and the sad realization hit.

You squeezed his hand. “Geoff will be going home tonight.” Chris declared and you watched Gwen stand up in indignation and yell at you all. “He’s the nicest guy!” she screamed.

“Ciao dudes, y'all were cool, Duncan and Y/N invite me and Bridge to the wedding.” Geoff gave you the peace sign and you smiled sadly as Duncan nodded, biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself from crying.

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Hi! I've never asked one of these before like ever haha so im kinda nervous (ik i shouldnt be) but can you call me Butterfly 🦋 Anon, and can you start a miniseries with duncan tdi x juvie bestfriend! reader? I'd just absolutely adore to read it because I'm going through a TD phase right now haha

... me too butterfly 🦋.. me too

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TDI! Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

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You stared at the gray wall as you had done for the past three years. Last night you had been moved to solidarity when you had bitten a guards thumb off after he had shoved Duncan into a wall when 'recess' had ended. Duncan had laughed so hard he had ended up in solidarity too, sadly he was on the male side of the jail.

It was around three in the morning you had guessed when you heard a whisper of "Hey, princess." You felt your body tense, that wasn't a voice you recongnized.

Your eyes looked up from the spot where you layed on the cold floor only to be met with the face of a pale man with black hair who obviously did not work there. "Are you bestfriends with that crazy dickhead with the greenhair?" The man asked without an explanation. You nodded slowly.

"If I got you out of here and buy you freedom for at least nine weeks will you promise to wreak havoc on a group of teenagers for me?" The man asked a wild smile on your face. Huh.. he reminded you of your brother.

"Hell yeah." You smirked and Chris nearly whooped with excitment if he could get to cons with issues on his show someone was sure to die!

Think about the ratings!

He unlocked the door to solidarity and helped you out, quickly hiding you underneath a delievery cart where you were met with the eyes of your bestfriend.

"Hey, scorpion." Duncan smiled. "Hey tiger." You smiled right back. This strange man had no idea what he was in for. Did he even read Duncan's file (much less, yours?)

Duncan had commited arson, fraud, armed robbery, and assault. (Someone was trying to mess with his girl, okay??)

You had commited armed robbery, manslaughter, and assault. The manslaughter wasn't exactly your fault but thats a story for another day.

Chris smiled to himself as he pushed his two new pet projects. He had bought himself a tiger who was willing to burn the world for a girl, and a scorpion with a twitchy trigger finger. God, he would love if someone fucked up on the show and got either of you hurt so the other would go crazy. He giggled.

This was going to be the BEST week ever.

Chris dropped the two of you off in a hotel, just to make sure you wouldn't escape he sicced Chef Hatchet on you. But neither of you wanted to leave.

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Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Four: Dinner is Served (Or is it lunch?)

One year ago

"How the hell did you get a pack of cigs in here?" Duncan turned around to see his girl stalking up towards him. She wore the similar orange jumpsuit, and had her hair tied back into a harsh looking hairdo. "I'm just special." He shrugged getting her to roll her eyes.

"Want one?" He asked his best friend. "When have I ever said yes to that question?" She gave him the 'look' as his fellow inmates had dubbed it. "I hope one day you realize how much that affects your health, Duncan Tarun."

"Are you worried about me, L/N?" He teased her. "If anything I should be worried about you." She sat down next to him as they looked out at the yard. "You sure know how to put a downer on things doll." He muttered his fingers tapping nervously on his thigh. "Your dad died, today, one year ago. I killed him because you came to my house almost dead, Duncan. You have to be feeling something." The girl sounded more annoyed at herself then him.

"I've told you a hundred times, I wanted you to kill him. He was hurting my mom. If you hadn't done it, I would." Duncan explained. It was silent for a moment before she reached out for his hand, he took it without a second thought.

"I don't blame you for your anger. Your anger has kept us alive countless of times, Y/N. Without you my dad would've killed me at four. You are worth losing everyone." Duncan squeezed her hand as her head plopped down on his shoulder.

"Aren't I the one supposed to be comforting you?"

"We're best friend, doll. It's what we do."

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Present day

Chris had you all crowded into the small cafeteria as clearly, very angry man started yelling. "Listen up, I serve it three times a day, and will eat it three times a day. Grab your tray, get your food and sit your butts down." Chef Hatchet yelled at the line of campers.

"He seems like a nice guy." Duncan muttered to no one in particular causing you to stiffle your laughter. "Got something to say, smart ass?" Chef yelled at Duncan as you grabbed your plates, the food looked almost sentient.

Yum..

"No, sir." Duncan stood straight to attention doing a mock salute and you had to pinch your thigh to stop yourself from laughing. "I'll be keeping an eye on you. No one likes a smart guy." Chef growled ushering you both off.

"You are going to get your ass beat, you know that?" You hissed in his ear causing Duncan to laugh. "I bet you'd like to see that, darling." you both sad across from Izzy who waved cheerfully at you.

As Duncan stabbed his food to keep it from wandering off, you on the other hand just let it leave. It was probably healthier to just simply not eat it. Then Chris walked in. "Welcome to the main lodge." He announced to the eating campers.

"Yo, my man can we order a pizza?" Geoff asked before a knife slid inches from his face embedding itself into the door. "Woah, it's cool G, brown slop is cool. Right guys?" Geoff replied nervously as Chef Hatchet sent a terrifying glare his way.

"Mine had a redish tint, actually. But too each his own." You muttered causing Duncan to chuckle. "Your first challenge is in one hour." Chris announced walking back out. Katie (Or was it Sadie) voiced her concerns but DJ quickly quieted them.

When you all finished Chris had you meet at a top of a very large hill wearing swimsuits. He told the girls to cover up before going so he'd get videos of the girls in swimsuits.

It was creepy, but whatever got the job done. You had pulled your hair back into a french braid that fell down your back, and wore a maroonish-purple two piece swimsuit, you felt insecure about your stomach being on live television so you stole Duncan's jacket to have around your shoulders and zipped up high enough to cover your stomach.

"Your first task is to jump of this 1,000 foot high cliff into the lake." Chris explained the task, talking about man-eating sharks, and hoops or whatever. Frankly, you were bored. After you had finished the challenge he wanted you to build a hot tub which didn't sound very fun, but you know.

Bridgette went first as you and Duncan discussed which one of you would go next. Two dudes went, then Eva and you smiled before flipping onto your hands. "Wait, don't jump into the water with my jacket." Duncan warned you.

"Make me." You stuck your tongue out, still upside down as you walked toward the edge of the cliff, you then made a half heart symbol with your fingers causing Duncan to groan, and fell backwards down the cliff whooping for joy.

Duncan leapt after you.

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You both landed in the safe spot, easily. Then Harold came down, and landed on his crotch screaming like a little girl. "Well that's cute." Duncan muttered his hand finding itself around your waist. You smiled leaning into his arms before he unzipped the jacket, bolting off with it.

"DUNCAN!"

You ran after him, you were screaming curses. "How long would you say they've been together." Courtney asked Bridgette. "Oh, probably a long time. I wouldn't be surprised if they were married." The blonde shrugged. "That's fair." Courtney laughed quietly as they watched you tackle Duncan you both wrestling in the sand.

Eventually you pinned him down, both of you breathing hard, your faces red. "Your so pretty without the sweater, embrace yourself." He explained before you could hit him.

"Fuck you."

"You wish, cutie."

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Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Fourteen: She's a maneater (But he loves it)

(^^ Literally Duncan whenever your on your meds)

(In case you would like to know, when the intro music plays each episode, you are holding a bow and arrow and are shooting an apple off of Duncan’s head)

Duncan’s body had a sleeping schedule. Unlike you, Duncan didn’t need a thousand alarms to wake him up.

He didn’t even need one. He woke up at six a.m every day and fell asleep at twelve p.m every night. He’d wait until seven-thirty and wake you up.

Today you were woken up by Chris’s plane’s engine roaring above the cabins. Your eyes flew open instantly and your hands reached under your pillow for your pistol, your fingers going straight for the trigger.

Duncan ran into the girls side of the cabin, his headphones sitting around his neck. He had this cloudy look in his eyes that you didn’t like.

But when he saw that you were there his body relaxed and he helped you out of bed. Bridgette had gone outside to investigate the sounds. You laid a bunch of clothes on your bed and Duncan smothered a laugh once he saw them.

“We both know these aren’t your style. Do you want one of my letterman jackets that Chris bought me?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. “More than anything.” You said with a heave of relief.

He disappeared before reappearing with a dark green letterman jacket that had ‘Tarun’ stitched to the back.

You slipped out of your nightclothes (much to Duncan’s happiness) and pulled up a pair of jean shorts, a long blue shirt that you were pretty sure was Bridgette’s that you tied at the bottom, and pulled the jacket over your body. You laced up your tennis shoes with a practiced ease and finally asked “How do I look?” Duncan was staring at you.

“...Bad?” You muttered a blush tingling your cheeks. “No, never, you look like a goddess.” Duncan smiled. You blinked before scowling, your cheeks turning a dark shade of pink. “Shush.” You kissed his lips.

“Hmph.” Duncan smiled and you both went outside.

You got there just in time to hear Chris yell “Extreme sports!” before a bunch of interns wheeled out a dusty sofa bed for Chef Hatchet to jump on.

“Of course you’ll be skydiving at five-thousand-feet and using these.” Chris said paying no attention to the groaning man whimpering on the now folded sofa. Chris threw bags out into the open which you were 98.99% sure did not have any parachutes in.

“I’m going to need a lot of alcohol.” Duncan turned to look at you as you prayed out loud to the sky. “Who are you asking?” he said looking around because everyone was focused on the two men.

“God.”

“Our lucky contestants are Trent and DJ.” Chris said with a bright smile. “Oh shit it’s at random.” Duncan paled. “Oh. So today’s the day I kill myself.” You muttered rubbing your face.

“You wish, baby.” Duncan pecked your cheek, he smiled as your face turned a deep shade of pink. “What?” You grumbled. “You're cute when you're that pink.” He smiled and you wanted to punch him.

“I got a reputation, Tarun.” you hissed. “Maybe I’ll ruin it.” He whispered and your entire body turned pink. “Shut up.” You whispered, embarrassed.

Chef Hatchet began disclosing the challenges. One involved the sofa-bed, another involved riding an extremely angry moose, and the last involved a jet-ski. So, a typical Saturday to say the least.

You laughed when Chris mentioned the moose. “If he’s as angry as me I think I’d be fine.” You said not really worried. “You're in luck, beautiful. You’ll be riding for the Killer Bass.” Duncan didn’t like the subtle flirting… at all.

Then they announced what the prize was. A chance at a shower?

“Really? That’s it?” It wasn’t even a private shower, in reality it wasn’t really a prize, it was just a slightly cleaner place to bathe.

It didn’t even have curtains?

—--

You skipped breakfast. This meal looked like it came right out of a fire pit. Duncan had vanished but not before he made you turn four different shades of pink when he said… “Y/N Tarun. I think I love it.”

Bridgette, Gwen, and you were talking about the challenges and watching Owen eat with mild disgustion. You watched as Owen burped out… a love note. Chef picked it up and read it to himself. “To the girl with smoldering eyes.” He gagged and dropped the note. Bridgette picked it up.

“Check it out, it's a corny haiku poem.” Gwen laughed into her palm. “Whoah, some dude’s crushing big time.” Bridgette’s eyes scanned the love letter. “Cupid definitely struck.” You laughed quietly.

“It’s probably for you.” Gwen said pointing your way. “Me?” You wanted to laugh. “Obviously?” Bridgette was confused why you didn’t think it was you. “Aren’t you and Duncan a thing now, plus I see the way he looks at you. He’s head over heels.” Gwen said, trying to convince you.

“First of all, that’s not his handwriting, he's borderline dyslexic and writes like a five-year-old on crack. Also he does not look at me like that.” You hissed. “Aw, you know his handwriting.” Gwen cooed at the fact. “Yes, he does? He looks at you like you hung the stars and the moon.” Bidgette laughed.

You blushed.

The two girls started to bicker over who it could be.

You rolled your eyes. Neither of their boys had the capability to write something that cheesy. It was very clearly Harold, he gushed over girls quite a bit. But you were curious about the mystery chick.

—-

Chris had the Screaming Bass gather by the plane as he explained the instructions. Duncan was listening but you had his headphones around your ears as music blasted. Maneater by Nelly Furtado to be precise.

I wanna see you all on your knees, knees.

You both were on the couch, he was sitting up but you had your head in his lap, lightly tapping your thigh in tune to the music. Duncan had his fingers playing in your hair which he knew you found comforting. It reminded you of your mother to be honest.

When you were younger she’d give you braids (A/N: Heavily implied to be cornrow braids, aka implied black!reader but can be seen either way) and her hands would weave throughout your hair.

You either wanna be with me, or be me (come on now)

Duncan tapped your shoulder signaling it was time to get up. You sat up quickly as you shook your head ‘no’, you did not want to give him his headphones back. He scowled playfully. Your team started to push the couch in between Duncan struggling to get his headphones back.

A maneater, make you work hard.

Bridgette sighed as she watched you too mess around. She watched you trip into the sand as Duncan tackled you and you both rolled around laughing your heads off, before Duncan quickly stole a kiss, then his headphones back. Her eyes flickered to Geoff. Why couldn’t he do something like that?

“Aw man.” You gave Duncan a playful pouty lip and he stuck his tongue out as you both resumed pushing the sofa. You watched DJ easily fall onto the sofa and he seemed surprised that he survived.

But he was quickly ‘devoured’ by the couch.

You paled and began whistling and walking away everyone else following in pursuit.

It was your turn next. Duncan followed you next to the moose and helped you climb up. “Just think, the socks don’t smell as bad as my dad, and the moose can’t be as crazy as juvie.” He shrugged, you had been through worse, he had been through worse.

“Fair. Don’t I get a kiss for good luck? It’s tradition right?” You smiled. “Come back alive, baby and we’ll see.” Duncan smiled walking away as the moose flew out of the pen.

You whooped and hollered with joy as the moose bucked around. It was angry all right. But something switched in the animal's head, it wasn’t angry, it was murderous. He bucked twice in a row and he flipped you off of him and onto your back on the ground thankfully missing the socks and he antlers trapped you against the hard ground.

Bridgette watched as Duncan’s eyes widened and his body straightened up. His hands reached for the gun hidden in the waistline of his pants and Bridgette grabbed his wrist. His eyes were clouded over when they met hers. “Let. Go. Of. Me.” He growled but she persisted. “She’ll be okay.” Bridgette hissed at him.

Its antlers scratched up your face before Chef Hatchet could get the moose under control again.

Duncan shook off his stupor and ripped his wrist away from Bridgette sending her a glare before he helped you up and you coughed into your hand. You couldn’t hear anything. Duncan waved a hand in front of your face saying words but no sound came out. “Huh?” You mumbled. But suddenly there was sound, and there was a LOT.

You covered your ears and Duncan slipped his headphones around them as he switched the white-sound on.

‘Better?’ he mouthed. You nodded.

He took you away to get your face bandaged. Duncan pointed at a log and you sat down, he knelt in front of you and began butting butterfly bandages on your face which Chef had thrown to him mouthing ‘Don’t tell Chris’.

“Sorry, I lost. Something happened with the moose.” You whispered unsure of the volume of your voice. “Are you okay?” Duncan whispered back, he didn’t care if you lost, honestly he didn’t care if you had gotten the entire team in last place or whatever, he just wanted you to be okay.

You shrugged your shoulders as Duncan put the last bandage on.

He sat next to you on the log and wrapped an arm around your shoulders kissing the top of your head. You stayed like that until the next challenge.

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Duncan had volunteered to drive Lindsay and before he had hopped on the jet ski you mildly threatened him (you still wore his headphones). “If you purposely ruin this I will fight you.” You whispered, jabbing a finger in his chest. His lips found yours. “Maybe I’d like that.” He whispered and you rolled your eyes.

You both watched Heather drive Harold and much to your surprise Heather’s top flew off. “Well that’s fun.” You whisper-laughed and Duncan smiled bringing you closer towards him as you put a head on his shoulder.

Duncan failed spectacularly at driving Lindsay, so much so he flew into a tree much to your horror. You scaled the tree flipping from branch to branch before you found him near the top.

“Hey sweetheart I might have a concussion… but did you know that there’s this girl I reallllyyyy like her name’s Y/N and she’s super pretty but don’t tell her okay?” you had to stifle your laugh.

“Okay.”

—

You may have lost the challenge but you were as happy as a clam. Duncan was still really out-of-it and Chris did not make it better by antagonizing him. He quickly shut up when you pointed a gun at him.

In other news.

Harold got voted off.

—

“WHAT-” Leshawna and Harold just kissed much to your horror. “I know, I was as surprised as you are, kid.” Chef sighed next to you.

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Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Thirteen: Princess and the Frog

You were bored, out of your mind. So bored that you had started to juggle which wasn’t something you had done since you were maybe three.

Your mothers had sent Duncan and you to an acrobat camp because your fathers wanted you to get stronger in your upper body.

The tiny rubber spheres flew into your hands and back up again with practiced ease. You were so caught up in watching them fly you didn’t notice the chocolate covered underwear that just flew in front of you. But then you did.

Your eyes quickly found the redhead responsible. “Harold, what the hell.” You let the balls fall into your hands and you had half the mind to throw them at the boy. Despite his protests you walked away now annoyed.

But before you could get very far you heard Chef Hatchet on the speakers calling you to the dock of shame.

The way he was talking didn’t have you excited.

As you lightly jogged over to the dock you saw your green-haired devil who was walking on his hands beside Geoff. “Hey cutie.” You resumed juggling. “Hey darling.” Duncan said as his hands felt the difference from the grass to the hard boards.

“Just kiss already, geeze.” Geoff rolled his eyes as you all lined up.

“You call this proper formation!” Chef Hatchet was losing his absolute mind. His stick whapped everybody no matter what they were doing. T

he stick hit Duncan’s arms making them fall down, you noticed his body tense. Memories of his father were surely coursing through him. “No fun?” Chef yelled, sounding confused on why the balls were in your hands and he quickly threw them in the water, his stick hit your thigh making you stand on both legs at attention.

You were going to start yelling.

“Shut up.” Duncan hissed beside you, he was not going to let you lose your cool on Chef, not today. You both had gone to a million military schools. You’ve had worse teachers than this. One lady actually had fourteen-year-old Duncan and you ran fifty laps while carrying twenty pound bags.

Do you want to know why?

Because you asked when lunch was.

“Today’s challenge will not be an easy one. In fact I do not expect everyone to come out alive.” Chef yelled into the megaphone making the sound ring in your ears.

When faced with trauma people deal with it in a multitude of ways. Some revert into a submissive state, some fight back with a vengeance, some deal with it with laughter, some turn themselves off.

Duncan and you were the last too.

Your mind was quiet and your face went blank and you had a rigid posture.

Three years ago

“You are a grown adult so act like it. My training will make you stronger than you ever were before, youngling.” The man got close to your face and spit flying across your cheeks, you nodded.

“We are fourteen? The only thing making us stronger is milk… sir.” Duncan winked and the man hit him across the face without a second thought.

Duncan on the other hand was… pissed.

“My orders are to make sure every baby here drops out of my boot camp. Except one.” He yelled through the megaphone and your eye twitched. “The last one standing wins immunity for their team.” He whipped Owen.

Then he began down his set of rules. “Yes, Master Chief.” God, that sound was too familiar, you cringed at your words.

The first challenge was to hold a boat over your heads for as long as physically possible. But Chris wanted you to do another monologue bit in the outhouse.

—

“I am an obedient soldier. No matter if I want to or not.” You muttered staring at the camera, you held your hands as if trying to wring the sweat out of them, your leg shaking anxiously. You were trained at a very early age. Your wants, and needs? Didn’t matter. “

—

Master Chief explained the rules of the challenge and Gwen watched as Duncan directed you towards the canoe, his hands were on your hips as if you were blind and couldn’t see. She noticed that there was something going on in your mind. Some unseen battle.

You lifted the canoe above your head and had to laugh when Owen and Geoff thought this would be easy.

—

“Come on you sissies you’ve only been at it for three hours.” Chef yelled at you and you noticed how weak the other team was becoming. Duncan had an abusive father, and you’ve had to take care of a man who was supposed to take care of you since you were five. You were beyond used to pain.

Geoff caught Harold's underwear.

Harold took his hands off the boat.

What a stupid, stupid, man.

“Is there a problem here?” Chef’s head bent down to look at you spit flew on your face and you almost lost it right there. This was too familiar.

—

The moon was bright above you.

Duncan had his chin tucked into your collarbone. He was snoring softly. He knew you wouldn’t fall, you never did. Lindsay on the other hand, lost the challenge for her team as she rang the bell. “Wake up, tiger.” You whispered as your team dropped the canoe gratefully. “I’m up, I’m up baby.” Duncan’s voice was filled with a rasp that made your heart skip a beat.

Chef and Chris had you all go to the cafeteria and you stared at the trash cans in front of you. “You remember when my dad didn’t give me money to buy food that month after my mom died, so I had to eat from the trash.” You chuckled into your palm smiling at the memory. “Fucking racoon.” Duncan laughed much to Courtney’s horror.

“You’ve got ten minutes to eat before night training.” Chef announced.

The entire camp groaned at the mention of night training. Duncan shook his head and you wanted to start shaking with laughter. Gwen asked a VERY obvious question. “Where’s the food?”

“Right here. At war you take what you can get!” Chef smiled, taking a lid off the trash. The rancid smell filled the room.

It was probably good that you were getting used to not eating.

You went with Duncan as he pranked Harold for throwing the underwear at you. He gave him kitchen grease. Which was probably deadly but it’s okay. You rolled your eyes as Harold spit out the drink. “This is why you don’t have a girlfriend, Tarun.” You put a hand on your hip.

“Okay look, I know you like me sweetheart. He knows you like me, everybody knows it.” Duncan leaned close, wrapping his arm around your waist causing you to smirk, booping him on the nose.

“So here’s a tip. You want to kiss me? I might let you.” He winked and you rolled your eyes blowing him a kiss. “In your dreams, baby. But don’t let me stop you from dreaming.”

Geoff gave Duncan a look as you went back to talk to Bridgette who had asked you to help her do something with the trash.

“Oh you're in love aren’t you man?” Geoff noticed the look the green-haired boy gave you. “None of your business, blondie.” Duncan ran a hand through his hair.

—

You were having dance classes at two in the morning.

By a man in military clothing.

Still not the strangest thing you’ve done to be honest.

You looked to your side but Duncan had disappeared, he reappeared next to the boom-box and turned it off. Chef screamed at him. “Tarun what are you doing?” You yelled at him.

“If someone drops out, we’re done for the day.” Duncan said matter of factly. “You're done when I say you're done.” Chef yelled, ordering him to do 20 pushups.

That’s strange.

Duncan does one hundred pushups every morning.

(Juvie habits)

“Anyone else have something they want to say?” Chef challenged the campers surrounding him. Gwen went to the restroom. Suddenly before you could stop yourself you raised your hand. Chef raised an eyebrow as did Duncan. You didn’t ever challenge authority.

“Can I do twenty as well?” Your face broke into a small smile and Duncan almost leapt with joy.

Chef ordered you to do twenty and you bent down next to the boy. “Oh my days, did I just see a certain girl disobey her superiors? When did you learn how to do that?” Duncan smiled as he did his twenty in sync with you.

The music continued.

“I do a lot of things for people I have crushes on. Thought you knew that, Tarun.” You winked and he had to stop his twenty because did you just say what he thinks you just said?

—-

Chef put you in the cafeteria again and he ordered you to write a three-hundred-word essay on why ‘he was the best’. You’ve had a lot of vain people be in charge of you. But that’s a whole other level.

It was three a.m, by the time everyone was done.

Honestly your essay wasn’t even about Chef Hatchet.

It was about the idiot beside you.

Just instead of writing Duncan you put ‘Master Chief. It worked, it worked REALLY well actually. “She’s my new favorite.” Chef declared. “Teacher's pet.” Duncan yawned and you smiled innocently.

Duncan of course had to challenge the teacher.

God he never grew up.

You of course had to save him. “No, he’s going to go right to bed.” You dragged the boy away from the sergeant. “If you get eliminated I am going to murder you.” You jabbed a finger in his chest. “Didn’t know you cared, doll.” Duncan yawned again, he was amazed you were still up.

“I don’t. But if we lose this challenge because you are a rebellious idiot I will eat all of your hair gel.” You said. Duncan smirked, you talked a LOT of nonsense when you were tired. “Just don’t get yourself killed because I will make sure your mother beats you if you do.” You kissed his cheek and went to splash some water on your face.

“I love her.” Duncan muttered.

“No, really, bro?” Geoff rolled his eyes.

—

The next challenge was to complete a death-defying course in one minute. There was something familiar about this course which you didn’t remember until you were jumping from one head to another as you raced up the wall.

You were twelve the first time you did this course

Five years ago

“It’s unfair, really.” Duncan laughed as he watched you fly through the obstacle course which was made for grown adult men. “How so?” The counselor looked at him mildly confused, this was supposed to be a punishment drill.

“Acrobatics have always been her favorite thing.”

Duncan did extremely well on the course, he did it slowly on purpose, just so he could grate at Chef Hatchet’s nerves, which earned him one night of solitary confinement.

He wasn’t even scared of the punishment. He was scared of what his stupid mind was going to conjure up for him.

—

At dinner, breakfast, lunch, you don’t know anymore you're dead tired. You stirred the mush that was your food before declaring. “I’m going to go check on him. Idiots should not be alone for that long.” You stood up and Geoff smiled at you.

“Does little ole Y/N, have a crush?” he asked. “Clearly, now shush or I’ll gouge out your eyes. Ciao!” You winked when the boy paled.

You used your phone's flashlight to find the door to the boathouse.

“Oi, tiger, you in here?” You called out into the darkness before your eyes adjusted, you saw Duncan smiling at you though it was obvious he was shaking. “Heya princess, come to claim your kiss?” He winked.

“Actually yes, maybe you’ll turn into a prince. I brought food.” You handed him the bowl as you sat down.

“I prefer bait.”

You giggle rolling your eyes. “I hate how I love your laugh.” He said in what you believed was mock amazement. It indeed was not. “I don’t get you, Duncan. How do you egg adults on like that?” You had to laugh. That was your number one fear. Adults.

“You're the one that doesn’t make sense. You're so free when it comes to kids our age. But the second it's an adult you clam up, and turn into a soldier, it’s crazy.” Duncan laughed in bewilderment. “I think it’s because I’m so used to taking care of them.” you shrugged your shoulders.

“You wanna ditch the shack for some pb&j’s?” Duncan asked.

“This isn’t you just trying to get me to eat, is it?” You leveled a fish as if you would smack him with it. “No? I’m hungry too, it’s not always about you.” he said quite dramatically. (He was just trying to get you to eat)

You snuck into the counseling tent and stole a bunch of food.

Also alcohol.

Lots.

—

You were sharing the food with everyone. Duncan and Geoff were busy pranking Harold so he didn’t notice how many drinks you had. (Five shots of vodka to be precise) You were grabbing another one and before Bridgette could protest you chugged that one too.

“That was a mistake.”

You quickly threw the contents of your stomach over the railing and Duncan walked out feeling a mild sense of worry.

“So the perfect soldier can be a kid sometimes too?” He smiled holding your hair back. You smiled clearly, still a bit drunk as you sat back up.

He gave you a bunch of peppermints. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been free like that, tiger.” You giggled. “I just want more.” You sighed wistfully.

“You could always give me that kiss, princess.” He cupped your chin smiling. “Are we sure that you're my type?” You questioned ruffling his hair and he leaned into your hand.

“Enjoy a funless life then.” He smiled dramatically, turning his back on you. “Enjoy prison, I’m sure the army would love to finally have me.” You smirked.

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“Oh you’d never leave me. Who’d make you laugh-” He whined his eyes shut and just like that you wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a kiss, a long one.

“Lucky for you we’ll never find out, baby.” You kissed him one more time and skipped away.

“LET’S GO MAN!” Geoff, Duncan, and DJ were losing their minds.

You smiled. Unbeknownst to you, Harold had been watching you, and he wanted revenge on Duncan… but from the side..? You look like an exact replica of Courtney.

The next challenge was a bore. All you had to do was hang upside down. Duncan got out first, weirdly enough. This was something you had practice with. You loved hanging upside down. It felt strangely amazing.

That was for the first thirty minutes. But after having a lot of alcohol. You have to come down.

So you guys lost.

At the campfire that night the strangest thing happened…

Courtney was voted out!

Duncan and you were confused.

Geoff and Bridgette were also confused.

Harold smiled.

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TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Nineteen: Who's the top? (your MOM-)

Leshawna and you were consoling a sobbing Gwen much to Duncan’s annoyance. “Girl you’ve got to try Trent outta your head.” Leshawna advised but still Gwen said “I know, I just miss him so much.” Gwen wiped her face and you smiled, swinging upside down from the top bunk.

“Think of it this way. In this world there are the hunters and the hunted. Heather is simply prey who has lost her way.” You clapped your hands together jumping off the bed.

“Now chin up, dear. Nothing heals a heart better than a nice dish of revenge.” You flicked her chin and skipped off.

You found Duncan waiting outside the girls cabin scrolling through his phone. “Let’s go mi vida, Chris just texted the group chat and we’re meeting by the docks.” His arms slithered around your waist tugging you closer to him. You raised an eyebrow at the casual show of dominance.

His hand was literally guiding your walking. But he didn’t even notice. All he knew was that you were tucked in close to him and he loved it. Today was not his day. Today was the day you shot his dad dead.

(In five years you will get married so what a relationship am I right?)

Chris had you all gathered by the dock of shame. Duncan’s hands still were controlling your movement but instead of protesting you stayed quiet. It was… interesting to say the least.

“Today's game is simply hide and seek. Chef Hatchet with his-” Chris went on and on and honestly you would kill for your meds right now. You let out a small groan of impatience.

Duncan’s eyes flickered down to you, his arm was around your waist which he noticed that you weren’t beating him to near death/yelling his ear off which he had seen you do before with past boyfriends. He quite literally held you.

Duncan smiled albeit a bit weakly, his girl was all of his. He kissed the top of your head and you smiled, realizing he had just seen what he did, but then blushing because he kept his arm around.

“What’s with the water gun?” Duncan asked Chef and suddenly a red dot was on his forehead which didn’t bring back pleasant memories to say the least. Looked too much like a sniper. Actually, scratch that it looked exactly like a sniper.

As you opened up your door you saw Duncan beaten worse than you’ve ever seen. He looked as if death was moments away and your body let out this shriek involuntarily.

“Hey sweetheart, it’s okay, can you help patch me up?” The green-haired boy asked, you nodded weakly, helping him into your room as quiet as possible since your father was passed out drunk in his room.

After Duncan had fallen asleep, his fingers clasped around yours, you had stalked over to his house holding a pistol in your hands.

“Ooh so we’re gonna get splashed by a bit of water, I’m terrified.” Duncan said sarcastically as his voice brought you back to the present.

“Why don’t you demonstrate, Chef?” Chris smirked, putting his hands on his hips. You closed your eyes in anticipation and Chef sighed, turning around and aiming at Chris who was bombarded by a wave of water.

“Hah, we could’ve used that in San Diego.” Duncan whispered in your ear. “You and I remember San Diego very differently, Tarun.” He smiled and said one more thing, absolutely ruining you.

“Mm, I remember how you were after the third bar, sweetheart.” You blushed like a madman and then Chris dispersed you.

Duncan grabbed your wrist and yanked you into a kiss as you walked to the cave in the mountain. “Mm, you doing okay tiger?” You asked, he was quiet today.

“Oh I’m peachy, sweetheart.” He smiled, though it was kinda sad. “Please, we’ve known each other since birth, please talk to me about it.” You begged him as you reached the mountains.

“You have apologized about a million times, I literally do not care for my father nor have I ever cared for my father.” He explained pulling tree branches over the entrance of the cave. “Duncan Tarun, look at me.” You ordered but he still was looking around.

“Now.” The words flew out in a tone he only heard a few times. He turned a light pink but he did look at you. “I put a bullet in your dads head because he was an absolute jackass, it is understandable to be pissed at me.” You whispered.

“Y/N L/N, you are the absolute scariest fucker I’ve seen in my life and I love that about you, your kind to me, your ruthless and funny, your so hot don’t even get me started, and my best friend and I wouldn’t trade that to make you boring and sweet. Because I love you.” He whispered, holding your face in his hands.

“Promise?” You held up your pinkie finger. “Of course, idiot. Now let’s get inside, the boys should be here soon.”

———

“Sure Bridge can be in the alliance, Y/N is, I’m pretty sure they're like the only chill girls on the girl team.” He rubbed his neck sheepishly feeling you stare lazer beams into the back of his head. “I don’t wanna be in the alliance if the blonde girl and the scorpion are gonna be in it.” Owen grumbled, crossing his arms and looking at you.

Duncan gave him a look before standing up, and pinching a nerve on his neck pushing him outside near a cliff edge and Duncan held him upside down.

Ten minutes later Owen came back inside looking as if he had seen the devil himself. You smiled behind your palm.

“Now get out, we were here first.” Duncan shoved the group out much to their protests. Your eyes shined as he closed the covering behind them.

“What’s that look for?” He questioned as he came back over to you, wrapping his arms around your waists and your arms wrapped around his neck. “Mm, I don’t know, it’s just hot when you get protective.” You smiled. He raised an eyebrow.

“Hey, even I know that the scorpion needs protection sometimes.” He said in an over dramatic voice. “Plus, I gotta protect my girl.” He shrugged, “Hm, I’m all yours baby.” His lips sought yours like a magnet. “All mine.” He murmured.

Finally, he thought.

—

Hour One

“Okay so, what’s your favorite song, cutie?” You hanged upside down from an edge on the rock wall. Duncan sat with his back against the wall. “Oh this is so cliche. I bet you can guess. It’s by my favorite singer.” He smiled, clapping his hands together. You were silent for a moment, thinking.

“…is it HeartBreak Hotel, by Elvis?” You said finally and Duncan’s mouth dropped. There is no way you got that first try.

“How?” He asked. “Well I’ve known you for seventeen years, that kinda gives me a good knowledge of all things Duncan.” You smiled.

“I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you naked more times than any girlfriend I’ve ever had has seen me naked.” He said matter of factly. “Oh that’s just sad, babe.” You laughed touching his shoulder.

—

Hour Two

“You remember our middle school graduation?” Duncan asked, surprising you. “Yeah..?” You said sitting up because the blood was rushing to your head. “Do you remember how the principal was showing a presentation of the best students but instead of the students pictures, pictures of the staff at a bar?” He continued and something clicked in your head.

“OH MY GOD THAT WAS YOU-”

—

Hour Three

Chef walked inside the mountain and saw Duncan asleep as you sat in his lap hugging him, also fast asleep, once Chef was in a close distance both of your eyes flew open, but before you could put any plan into action, Chef grabbed Duncan’s neck and your hair, you both dangled in the air, and you grumbled.

—

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“At least buy me a drink first.” And Chef squeezed Duncan’s neck tighter. Duncan kicked his legs and you clawed at Chef's arm, he dragged you both outside and your fellow campers took a buttload of pictures.

“Aw, our little delinquents look so small.” Gwen awed, taking a selfie with you, “I’m going to eat the next bat of yours I see.” You threatened and Gwen laughed from behind her palm.

“Interesting to see the untouchable teens look like a normal couple.” Bridgette pondered near Duncan causing him to flip her off.

“Wait, where’s Leshawna?” Owen asked finally. Chef’s eyes widened realizing his mistake. “By the water.” He whispered and he started running.

But by the time he arrived it was too late, Leshawna smiled waving at home base. “Heya sugar.” The campers roared and cheered for the girl happy that at least someone won.

—

All the girls were together in the cabin, including you, you all were discussing who you should vote out. But before that could happen Leshawna tied your arms to a bed frame much to your confusion.

“I’m sorry honey, but we should vote out, Duncan.” She whispered, and your eyes flickered causing every girl to take a step back in mild fear.

“Why?” Your voice was dangerously calm, “He had all the boys form an alliance against us, that’s why. He might be your boyfriend but he is going to get us all voted off.” Heather sassed, your eyes turned to her.

“Oh no.” Leshawna whispered. “What did I do wrong?” She muttered to herself. “Well you used towels to tie her up, for one thing.” Bridgette yelled from outside.

There was creaking coming from the bed, and suddenly you had torn your hands off it and had taken the wood off of you. Gwen watched as you gave a death glare at Heather and walked over to your bed. You bent in your knees and grabbed your gun out of the box that laid below.

“Don’t follow me.” You whispered and stalked out of the cabin slamming the door behind you.

—

Duncan found you in the woods, shooting at the trees. “Is that your gun or are you just happy to see me?” He yelled from atop of one of the said trees. “Keep talking, Tarun and I’ll shoot you.” You yelled back aiming for a spot on the tree he sat on.

“Well aren’t you a charmer.” he let himself fall off the tree, and he walked up to you pushing your gun out of the way. “Scorpion… you alright?” He raised an eyebrow. “I’ve been better.” You muttered, leaning your head against his chest, worry pounding in your ears.

He hugged you tight and whispered. “Whatever is happening, we’ll be just fine,” Duncan kissed the top of your head trying to ease your worry.

—

That night at the campfire, everybody but Leshawna sat near you. Chris handed out all of the marshmallows before it landed between Duncan and Bridgette.

Your heart was thumping. What would you do if Duncan wasn’t here? Each challenge usually lasted a week, so it’d be a week before you could get yourself out, and you’ve never been longer then two days without seeing him- and now you were rambling.

—

Bridgette got out, which was honestly probably a good thing. With the amount of skunk that sprayed her, she’d be smelling for weeks. Duncan gave you a lopsided smile.

“It’s gonna take more than those girls to get me voted out.” He smiled hugging you close. “Yeah, yeah I know.” You whispered snuggling into his arms.

—

That night, the full story.

Duncan’s house was vacant for his mother, who was at work. The bus had just dropped him off and he had run inside, praying that he’d get there before the mail had come. But it seemed that he hadn’t. As he creaked open the door he saw his father sitting at the kitchen table surrounded by bottles and holding a card in his hand.

“Duncan Tarun came into my office today asking for some medicine. He seems to be a frequent flier of Tylenol, so I just wanted to see if everything is alright at home, sincerely, Nurse Susan.” Duncan’s dad read aloud and Duncan cringed.

Y/N had noticed the nurse typing the letter when she had come in for a bandage and alerted her friend right away.

“Are you telling the school people that I’m hitting you? Huh?” Milo smacked Duncan straight across the face, and threw a bottle at his feet. “N-no, sir.” Duncan whispered, staring at the glass that was cutting into his socks making his feet bleed.

“You’ve never seen what real pain is, kid. Your life is a fucking haven compared to what I grew up with.” He slammed Duncan into the floor, sending the shards of glass into the child’s back who whimpered in pain.

Milo broke another glass in half and jammed it into Duncan’s stomach. Duncan cried out weakly, as his father began hitting him, kicking, punching, every single thing in the book. Duncan stayed silent the whole time though, only letting out sound to wince.

He was used to being beat.

Never like this.

After an hour and a half, Milo had stopped and stumbled into his room. Duncan’s eyes finally opened, though they were extremely swollen. He realized his ankle was broken, so he’d have to army crawl over to your house. Which he did, and when he knocked on your door, he was shocked to see that much concern in your eyes.

As you opened up your door you saw Duncan beaten worse than you’ve ever seen. He looked as if death was moments away and your body let out this shriek involuntarily.

“Hey sweetheart, it’s okay, can you help patch me up?” The green-haired boy asked, you nodded weakly, helping him into your room as quietly as possible since your father was passed out drunk in his room.

You laid him down on your bed, and grabbed ice out of the minifridge in your room. You get it in his eyes, first. “Is it that bad?” he muttered. You stared at him for a moment. “Just, just shut up.” You whispered and began working on his injuries.

You wrapped a towel around the abdomen wound, stitched up his eyebrow, feet, face, chest, and both arms, iced all the rest of the injuries. You noticed that around the stitching of his chest was when he passed out from the pain.

You tucked him underneath your covers and kissed his cheek. It was dark outside, so no one would realize it was you that was about to do what happened next. You went over to your dresser and pulled out the gun your father had gotten you for your last birthday.

You climbed out of your window, and climbed down the tree, as you made your way over to the devils lair.

You opened up the door without knocking and noticed all the lights were off, you stepped past the pool of Duncan’s blood, and went up the stairs into the room area.

You picked the lock into Duncan’s fathers room and stared at the sleeping man for a second. He deserved death, he deserved a terrible, bloody, nasty death. But this would have to do. You smiled and clicked a bullet into place.

Then you shot him dead, three times.

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Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapters Eight: Talent? Where? Certainly not here.

Chris had gathered you all in a amphitheatre. You and Duncan sat by Tyler. "Welcome to our brand-new-deluxe state of the art amphitheatre." Chris announced on the stage.

It very clearly was not any of that.

"Okay this weeks challenge is a sumer camp favorite... a talent contest!" Chris pointed out into the audience, and Courtney almost immeadiately looked at Duncan and you. You both clearly had some acrobatic talent, and definetely were the fittest people in the Killer Bass cabin.

"Each cabin has eight hours to choose their three most talented campers. These three will represent them in the show tonight. You can sing, dance, juggle. Anything goes as long as it's legal." He gave you and Duncan an extra hard glare and you groaned.

"Darn." Duncan laughed.

"You will be judged by our resident talent scout. Former D.J, V.J, and rap legend Grand Master Chef who will show his aprovall via the Chef-O-Meter." Chris explained.

Chris then began his whole speech about whoever lost would have to send a camper home, yadda, yadda, yadda.

Your team left the pavilion to go back to the cabins. Duncan and you flipped onto your hands walking as you talked about some type of gun absent-mindly to each other. Your cabin mates watched you with amazement.

Courtney had Chef Hatchet set up some trapeze equipment for you and Duncan to showcase your skills much to Duncan's dismay. They started off with Sadie and Katie showcasing their 'skills'.

Then Tyler and his 'yo-yo' magic. Then it was D.J and Geoff, also known as the ballerina and skater-boy. Then Courtney made you and Duncan try out. "Just do something acrobatic." She ordered pointing at the trapeze set above you.

"Let's shower her 'acrobatic'." Duncan smirked and suddenly you were running at him causing your cabin to gasp. You jumped into the air, jumping onto his shoulders, before jumping again grabbing the trapeze bar and as you jumped Duncan grab your ankle propelling himself upwards as well.

You flipped Duncan onto the opposing bar and you both began letting go of your bars swinging onto the opposing one causing your team to gasp in fear.

"They're in." Geoff said for Courtney who nodded weakly. Luckily for you Chris counted you both as one person since it was a two man act.

You all were practicing on stage, actually doing quite well.

Bridgette was giving Duncan tips on how to launch you, Katie was helping make sure the bars were dry, Sadie was helping wash Geoff's skateboard but Geoff kept making her laugh so the water was going everywhere.

Then it was showtime.

Justin was up first. (Personally you didn't see the appeal, you thought the green-haired devil next to you looked a lot better, but to each his own.)

Then it was Duncan and you. Your performance went without a hitch because it was something you had done since honest to god you were five years old.

Eleven years ago

"Duncan, honey, you have to wait Y/N isn't here yet." Duncan's mom warned him from her place on the bleachers. Gymnastic's practice was about to start. He was buzzing with excitement. Suddenly he heard footsteps and he turned around just in time to launch you into the set of trapeze bars above him.

Almost as if it was on instinct he grabbed your ankle and your ability to glide through the air propelled him onto the opposing bar and you began to swing on the bars laughing and breathing hard.

There was nothing you loved more thenn being in the air, as free as a bird.

Except maybe each other.

Nothing could touch you up there, no one could hurt you up there. If you got to look at Duncan's carefree smile for the rest of your life up there, you would've stayed up there forever, and be happy.

You fell back onto the ground and bowed. The cheers were loud and you felt a heat crawl up your cheeks. It had been a long time for the both of you since you performed. He squeezed your hand.

When Duncan stared at you it felt like he was thirteen again crushing on you in middle school.

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"Hey, L/N after school you want to spray paint the library," He asked and you nodded laughing. "Hell yes, if I ever answer no to that question feel free to shoot me."

There was no way he crushing again, on his best friend, who he treated like shit a good solid 80% of the time. But it was okay because he was imagining having a crush on you again...

Right??

RIGHT!?!

Chef Hatchet gave it a 9/10 much to the other team's dislike. Your team roared.

D.J sadly failed, hard, he tripped on his ribbon and Chef Hatchet gave it a 2/10. Then Trent went and he sang a song obviously for Gwen. Then Heather went reading Gwen's diary aloud which was fucking wild but you know, whatever.

Geoff got very bad stage fright and had a panic attack back stage, so Harold got up...

Then he started beatboxing...

and was good....

I know, I'm as surprised as you are.

"Holy shit am I high?" Duncan asked you quietly. "...Am I high is the better question." You whispered because seriously, what the fuck was happening right now.

Grand Master Chef declared Harold the winner... honestly you couldn't blame him. The crowd roared with applause.

The Screaming Gophers lost again tonight and that made you extraordinarily happy. Until you find out what the challenge is next week...

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