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Fairytale Ending? ⛓

TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Two: Trent's jealous of his girlfriend's crush.

You stared at the food on your plate. Slowly you pushed it in front of you. Dunan gave you a disapproving glare. “Eat.” He ordered pushing the plate right back at you. “I’m not hungry,” You grumbled. “You are eating for two, honey, eat.” Leshawna sat down next to you.

A faint blush appeared on your cheeks causing Duncan to sport a goofy grin.

“Fine.” You whispered and slowly began putting the food into your mouth. “Good girl.” Duncan whispered in your ear causing you to turn about fifty shades of red. “Get a room, ya nasties.” Leshawna rolled her eyes.

Chris walked in. “Welcome to day two of Total, Drama, Action.” He yelled dramatically.

It had been a few months since you had been on Total Drama Island, and looking at the man still made you feel nauseous. Duncan squeezed your thigh, and sighed.

“You gonna do that everytime, asshole?” He questioned. “Yep.” Chris smiled wide, and annoyingly. “Alright then.” Duncan rolled his eyes causing a small giggle to leave your mouth.

“Today’s movie genre… aliens!”

Chris smirked once he saw your eyes light up. “Our unpaid interns-” You felt Duncan tense, next to you and you put your head on his shoulder, trying to convey comfort. Slowly he relaxed. “You got three basic rules-” Chef began his ramble.

“Today’s challenge- find an alien egg.” Chris held up a map.

“Sorry losers, ain’t no one knows alien movies more than I do.” Duncan crossed his arms looking at the people around him. Gwen rolled her eyes and pointed at you, who was now looking at him with a look of utter disbelief.

“Wanna bet, tiger?” You smirked.

“Off with the head, off with them all.” He recited, clearly challenging you. “Deck of Aliens, we watched it three years ago.” You responded. “See to it that we kill all the humans.” You recited raising an eyebrow. “Last two alive, we saw it when we were eight.” Duncan scoffed.

“What if the aliens kill us, what if they try to mate with us- UGH.” Duncan said quickly. “Honey, I brought the kids to the Apocalypse. You made me watch that after the OBGYN said she had never seen it.” You cross your arms.

“We’re gonna crush those aliens, and have them for breakfast.” You smirk as a look of realization dawns on his face, he didn’t remember the name. “Alien Chunks!” Gwen yelled out. “I love that movie.” She laughs.

“I’ve seen it twenty seven times.” she explains. Duncan has to scoff at that. “I saw fifty-seven.” He says, and you laugh. “A hundred and thirty four times.” you smile as you watch Gwen’s face drop.

“You’ll both be tough to beat. But I’ll still beat your asses.”

“You sound like my father.” Duncan laughed as he watched you spit out your drink, and turn to look at him, exasperated.

—-

You watched, sadly as Duncan cartwheeled into your arms. You gave him a hug. “I can’t wait till she comes out so we can teach her gymnastics. Oh, I’m so excited she’ll look like you but be troubled like me-” a soft smile appeared on your face as you watched your husband excitedly rant, albeit quietly.

Movement was something you valued. You adored gliding on the trapeze, walking on your hands, and doing a variety of stunts. But now that you are pregnant, every movement hurts. Walking made your hips sore, laying down made your neck hurt, sitting made your legs hurt.

Luckily for you, you had a husband that liked nothing more than to touch his wife.

Currently, you were walking through a big metal building that you were confident was filled with gasses that were not safe for the child inside you.

Duncan had grabbed you and strung you over his back like a backpack. Not that you were complaining, your feet HURT.

There was this weird slurping sound that was driving you to the brink of madness though. You looked up expecting to see Beth smacking some sort of food in her brace-filled mouth. “Shh.” Gwen grumbled clearly annoyed. Owen promptly farted.

“If my baby dies of gas inhalation I swear I will beat your ass.” You hissed at Owen who blushed. “If the baby dies because of one of them can I kill them?” Izzy asked with a large smile. “Yes.” Duncan answered for you.

The slurping continued and you mimed putting a gun to your head.

“What is that?” Trent finally grumbled. You all looked at Beth who turned red and apologized. “Ever since I got my braces off I don’t make that sound anymore.” She explained trying to justify herself. “I hear that sound anytime she talks.” Duncan muttered under his breath causing you to softly giggle.

“It must be, Chef.” You whispered as the idea popped into your mind.

“So you want to run, or kick some alien ass?” Duncan asked as he tilted his face, exposing his neck which you promptly lined with kisses. “Kick ass.” You murmured and high-fived with Gwen who was staring at you with heart eyes. “..AHEM-” Trent coughed into his palm causing Gwen to whir around.

“I mean, Trent, do you have any ideas?”

“Let’s kick some alien butt!” Trent quickly recovered. “After you.” Gwen pointed at the wall in front of the group. “I’m pregnant, I have a reason to not want to die, also I’m pretty sure Duncan will kill me if I die, so after you sweetheart.” You pinched Trent’s cheek as you tried to hop off Duncan’s back, but he quickly made you jump back on.

Beth quickly stalked up. “I did not go through eight years of braces-” her rant was cut off as she found out what the noise was. You all waited anticipating her response.

“... it’s just Bridgette and Geoff.” she grumbled and you all looked over the wall to see the two blondes making out. “Do you ever get tired of sucking his face?” You asked Bridgette who promptly flipped you off.

“Cute.” You smiled cheekily walking past her.

Duncan quickly caught up, and threw you over his shoulder with ease. You sighed propping yourself up on your back as Leshawna waved, laughing at you.

“That boy ain’t gonna let you do nothing while you're pregnant.” She pointed out. You rolled your eyes, turning red. Suddenly the GPS that Chris gave you all began beeping, signaling that Chef was close. “Danger.” Yours said. “Danger.”

Danger

You walked into your home, your stomach making a small growl. You felt embarrassed, your kitchen was bare of any food. You checked anyways, you opened up the fridge and were unsurprised at the lack of anything in there.

You made a mental note to steal an apple from Duncan’s house sooner rather than later.

You closed the fridge door and saw your father waiting there with a wild smile on his face. You were surprised for two reasons.

Your father was there, and clearly trying to talk to you

Your father was smiling

He scooped you up in a hug and you felt your stomach clench. “Oh I love my wonderful daughter.” He reeked of alcohol. Suddenly one of his hands clasped the back of your neck, sending an adrenaline filled tingle down your spine.

That was the place they tasered you at military camp.

Never again, Duncan had told you, he’d never let it happen again.

Your instincts went into overdrive, and you grabbed his hand, specifically his pointer-finger and twisted it backwards, making him drop you. Then you pinned him to the wall. Your mind was screaming danger, over and over.

You didn’t see your father, you saw General Eyses, you saw Leo, you saw all of your tormentors.

Duncan felt you tense, and had gently set you down in seconds flat, and wrapped his arm around you to keep you from lashing out. “Onward.” He grunted as he felt you struggle against his strength. Gwen shrugged before following him.

“Stay back here love-birds.” You yelled at Geoff and Bridgette.

It was an exhausting day. Simply because it was extremely boring. You couldn’t find the nest of alien eggs and you felt tiredness coming upon you. Duncan watched you warily as you took a misstep and fell straight-

Into his arms.

Your eyes were flickering open and closed. Duncan sighed, clearly very worried and pulled you into his arms, carrying you bridal style. “Is she doing alright?” Gwen questioned. “She’s always been exhausted. But when you're pregnant and anorexic, that doesn’t help.” He explained quietly.

“Oh.” Trent muttered.

Finally you all had made it to the boiler room, and saw the vomit-colored eggs beneath you. “Woah, they look so real.” Trent said aloud. “Woo hoo! We won.” DJ yelled quickly waking you up. You gave Duncan a look “Why didn’t you wake me up.” you grumbled forcing him to let go of you.

“Because I like holding you.” He muttered causing a light blush to come on your cheeks.

“We still have to get the eggs back to home base.” Duncan explained to your team. As the room emitted some steam causing goosebumps to appear on your biceps and along your forearms.

Suddenly a beep was heard from Gwen’s GPS signaling that Chef was tracking them.

You grumbled staring at the ceiling for a moment. “If I go into early labor because of this I will sew your **** to your head and call you a limp **** for the rest of your ******* life.” You yelled at the camera.

Your fellow teammates looked at you mildly concerned.

Then you promptly flipped down into where the eggs were, landing with ease that no one else could’ve accomplished. You quickly began throwing eggs up to your friends and Duncan helped pull you back up.

Chef appeared from a doorway and shot DJ in mere seconds.

Duncan had to drag a waving you away from him. “Bye Chef!” You yelled as you were dragged outside. But you saw Chris in a helicopter above you.

“The military has come to your rescue m’lady. Sadly I can’t let you leave with the alien eggs. I’d think about changing my mind for a kiss.”

Duncan growled before he laughed as he watched you flip the helicopter off. “Kiss my ass.” You yelled up towards him.

“That can be arranged.” The maniac smiled before dropping a bomb on you. “DUCK.” Duncan yelled as he covered your body with his, just as the bomb exploded with green goo.

—

“Does this mean we’re out?” You heaved, standing back up. “I think so, princess.” Duncan sighed, putting an arm around your shoulder. “I’m disappointed. I wanted a million.” You sighed, putting a head on his shoulder.

“I think we’ll be fine without it. We’re only here because Chris said he’d report that we’d violated our parole, remember?” Duncan pointed out, causing you to grumble. “Trust me. I remember.”

Then you began the trek back to ‘home base’, following Chris. Duncan was holding you close, and every few minutes put kisses on your head as if he was trying to assure himself you were still there. As you reached home base, you sat on the bleachers as Chef walked out holding the gilded Chris’s.

“Don’t we have forty of those at home?” Duncan pointed out. You sighed, and nodded. Leshawna gave you a strange glance. “He sends me one, twice a month.” You explained. “You should get a restraining order.” Leshawna advised.

Duncan gave her a confused look. “What’s a restraining order?” You both said in unison.

Leshawna blinked a few times, clearly very concerned. Chris threw you a gilded Chris, then he threw Duncan one. “Do you know what a restraining order is?” You asked Beth who sat next to you. “It’s when a person you don’t like isn’t allowed to be near you or else they go to jail.”

Duncan slowly made eye contact with you.

“You're telling me… this whole time we could’ve just got a restraining order against our parents?” He whispered. “Apparently.” You whispered in reply, very shocked.

“All that trauma… for nothing.” He shook his head in disbelief, as you nodded in agreement. “Did you really not know that was a thing?” Beth asked, with a raised eyebrow. You nodded. She sighed, shaking her head.

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guy who says "FUCK!" to every minor inconvenience x guy who says "oopsie daisies" to earth shattering catastrophes

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Fairytale Ending? ⛓

TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter One: And we're back welcome to another season I'm your host-

[In the new intro you and Duncan are passed out on a desk while there’s a whiteboard full of potential baby names that Izzy brainstormed]

As the bus pulled to a screeching stop, Duncan stepped out first. “Man, I missed the smell of the city.” He took a big breath in. You stepped out after him, your baby hump beginning to look noticeable.

“You know, what do you think the chances of this season affecting the baby?” He turned to look at you, concerned. “I think she’ll be fine, sweetheart.” You smiled, he was very overprotective about the child.

“Hey mami! How’s the baby doing?” Izzy, now deemed E-Scope came up to you feeling ever rambunctious as she gave you a hug. “She’s doing fine, kiddo. Kicking more every day.” You smiled at the younger girl.

“Aw, I’m so happy for you guys.” Bridgette came up squeezing Duncan’s shoulder and giving you a kiss on the cheek. A small smile appeared on your face at the girl’s appearance.

Duncan smiled as Geoff ruffled his hair. The older boy wrapped his arms around your waist, feeling his daughter kick, and attacked your neck with kisses, before he snuggled his chin into the crook of your neck.

“I am not going to wait here for much longer.” Heather complained. “Little miss-rich is going to give up a million big ones?” You laughed in disbelief, causing Duncan to smile.

Sooner rather than later Chris pulled up in a log bus, he gave you a sly wink. “How’s my favorite baby mama?” He asked. “I’m this close to getting a restraining order.” You grumbled stepping onto the bus, ignoring the small growl that fell out of Duncan’s mouth as he glared at Chris.

“I’m renting this thing by the hour. All aboard!” Chris began driving as Izzy stayed behind.

You watched Owen call out to her causing her to howl like Tarzan.

A smile fell on your face once you felt Duncan get a hand on your thigh, you laid your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes as the bus gently swayed. “You’ll be here for the next six weeks.” Chris explained as the bus drove through different movie sets.

“In ten weeks my kid is gonna be born.” Duncan laughed excitedly. Trent clasped his shoulder giving it a small squeeze. “You deserve it my man.”

The fans were eating this crap up.

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You stared at the camera in the makeup room. “He wants to give us mini statues of him if we win. He is literally giving whoever wins the exact same thing I got as my wedding present.” You grumbled rolling your eyes.

—

As the entire set thumped from the apparent monster on set, Duncan wrapped a protective arm around you, shielding you from whatever danger there was. You leaned into his embrace, shutting your eyes tight as you wrapped your arms around your stomach.

“Today’s genre… the monster movie!” Chris chuckled evilly as the monster roared in the background.

DJ passed out beside you. You gulped as you felt another kick from the girl in your stomach. “For your first challenge, everyone must get from here to the cast trailers while our state of the art monster trys to stop you.” Chris ordered.

“Now… action!”

You raised an eyebrow. “That means go.” You all began shoving each other out of the way, and you protected your stomach. Heather accidentally elbowed your stomach and you quickly headbutted her in annoyance.

“Is the baby okay, are you okay?” Duncan yelled over the commotion worry in his eyes. You smiled, and nodded.

You were all running and Duncan and you abruptly stopped when you saw the two blondes making out. “Kids these days.” You sighed, shaking your head as Bridgette flipped you off.

Duncan laughed, twirling you, before dipping you close to the ground laying a kiss on your lips.

—

Duncan was carrying you bridal style as you were being chased by a bear. “Are you sure I’m not too heavy?” You fret. Duncan scoffed.

“Honey, you were eighty pounds when you got pregnant, now you're ninety. We carried double that when we were only twelve.” He laughed. You blushed, and hid in his arms.

Duncan slid on his knees, narrowly avoiding the monster’s grasp, but the monster caught Gwen and Trent instead.

“You notice how everyone sorta coupled up?” Duncan asked absentmindedly as he hid behind a cardboard car, not even panting. “Mm, no idea why.” You twisted the ring on your finger subconsciously.

Duncan smiled at the nervous habit you had picked up, and he set a kiss on your lips.

Suddenly you watched a scaly green finger tap his shoulder. He turned around to see the monster and your eyes widened. “You better not drop me, Chef.” You grumbled as the monster scooped you both up. Duncan groaned. “We were so close.” He yelled over the wind.

Finally you made it over to the bouncy castle and the monster dropped Duncan, but set you down carefully so the baby wouldn’t be harmed.

“How are you his favorite?” Duncan laughed turning on his side in the rubber castle to stare at his beautiful wife. “Because I’m the only one nice to him.” You returned with a cheeky smile. “How are you not terrified of him?” Gwen asked, jumping beside you.

You shrugged. “I’ve seen a lot of scary things in my lifetime. Very few things scare me.” You laughed squeezing Duncan’s hand. He was your life, your support system.

Trent shook his head exasperated. “That’s amazing my dude.” Geoff laughed, giving you a fist bump causing you to smile. “She’s amaze balls!” Izzy lightly fell over your legs, careful to avoid your stomach. You chuckled as you watched your husband ruffle the hair of the girl you both thought of as a daughter.

The day passed extremely quickly. It started off with Duncan talking about your new life in New York causing the boys to freak with excitement.

“I own a bar, and it’s called ‘Total Drama Bar’ right now. I got one of my brother’s handles but it’s great. Free drinks on me whenever this is all over. We have this awesome apartment right above it and you can hear all this great music, Trent. I love living there and I’m so happy and amazed how she got all of this for us.”

Duncan explained to Trent, DJ, and Geoff who whooped at the promise of free alcohol.

You told the girls a similar story.

“Guys, I love my new job, the half-way house holds all these unique girls and their stories. Gwen, one day you have to visit so you can hear some of them for your book. Lindsay, you'd love our street. It's got these amazing stores. Courtney the school nearby, I was wondering if you’ve heard of it-”

Everyone was talking about their lives and what had happened after the last season had ended.

Soon, it was night and Duncan had dragged you in the corner of the bouncy house and laid down, nearly begging to cuddle. “I love you mi vida, more and more every day.” He kissed the top of your head and you smiled. Everyone had quickly fallen asleep, but not Duncan.

He was obsessed with the way you looked. He loves talking to you, he loves loving you.

Man, he was obsessed with you.

—

You screamed at the foghorn and your hands flew over your ears. Too familiar, way way too familiar. But before you could go into a full panic attack, Duncan was in front of you, whispering his assurances that you were far away from that awful place.

He slowly took your hands off your ears and kissed the top of them before scooping you up in a hug. Suddenly Owen had popped the bouncy house and you scrambled outside. But you noticed a certain redhead was missing. More panic flew at you. “Where’s Izzy?” You hissed your heart beating in a way that you knew was not good for the baby. Duncan had his arms wrapped around you, squeezing tightly enough to replace a weighted blanket.

Izzy suddenly appeared. “I had a date with the monster, he does not take no for an answer.” She winked suggestively and you nearly smacked her over the head. You scooped her in a hug, and in that moment Izzy knew you were her family. Through and through.

Chris came out of his trailer and laughed at the chaos around him. “Can’t believe ya’ll survived. Guess I lost the bet.” He didn’t sound too disappointed.

“Luckily, your next challenge is an award.” Chris began to explain the reward’s and the rules but your heart was still beating so quickly. It had to slow down or something was going to happen to the baby. Duncan was whispering in your ear.

“I love you, you are safe, you are around family, you are my life, and I’d give up anything to make you happy and feel comforted.” He repeated the mantra and slowly but surely your heart rate went down to a normal pace.

—

You watched Owen eat tons of food in mere seconds. Your husband was fascinated but you were, in simple terms, disgusted.

“It’s truly shocking that you are not experiencing cravings. It must be a side effect of your anorexia.” Courtney had been documenting your pregnancy since you had announced it.

“I love you girly, but do me a favor and don’t talk about it.” You muttered absentmindedly staring as Owen consumed unholy amounts of food.

“Owen, that was fake food.” Chris explained after the boy ate everything. “Oh…” Then he burped out a key. “Wait, do I win?” Owen asked and Chris stared at him for a moment before giving up. “Yeah. Sure, whatever. God I should’ve just been a doctor.”

—

The boys had won… but lost.

Because the winner was an idiot. The prize was the choice between a smashed camper or a good one. But Owen chose the smashed one causing the boys to groan, yell, and scream curses. The girls cheered and did a big group hug in happiness.

—

“DAMN IT.” You yelled as the monster smashed the other trailer.

—

After the Chef had repaired your trailer you were finally allowed to go in. Unsurprisingly the girls quickly started arguing. Honestly Chris needed to do you a favor and just stop inviting Heather. It would make all of this so much easier.

Maybe you could ask…

You stepped out of the cabin after Bridgette and you had drawn straws and were sleeping together. You got bottom bunk because you didn’t want to accidentally fall and hurt the baby, which she understood.

After the girls had fallen asleep you had gotten a text.

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Mi amor <3: i miss you

Me: i know :(. Why do we keep coming back on this show

Mi amor <3: because we want our future kids to think we were hip

Me: … pls tell me u didnt just say ‘hip’

Mi amor <3: I did Mrs. Tarun.

Me: OH GOD I FEEL LIKE IM YOUR MOTHER

Mi amor <3: …oh goody…

Mi amor <3: i love you, sm more then youll ever know, imma attack you with love in the mornin since chris locked every exit out of this darn thing

Me: ‘darn thing’ oh god we’re old

Mi amor <3: 😭

–

“This is your five a.m wakeup call-” The foghorn was not as loud this time, but still loud. Before you could stop yourself you screamed “KILL YOURSELF ASSHOLE.” and the rest of the girls loudly agreed while groaning.

“It was a joke, you can sleep… for now.”

You quickly passed out once more.

“What does tomorrow hold in store for our beloved married couple, and the rest of our crew. Find out next time on…

TOTAL

DRAMA

ACTION!”

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Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Epilogue: Lilly Tarun

You were waiting by the harbor, your leg swinging off the ledge you were perched on. You had just watched your boyfriend calmly walk off the dock back at camp, because Chef wanted him to go home, to go to you. That was the only reason he had been voted off in the first place.

By your estimations, your fiancé would be arriving very soon.

Anger was screaming in the back of your head, she knew that once he returned she’d be gone again. Quicker than a lost memory. She was telling you to get up, that you didn’t need anyone and you never needed anyone, she wanted you to grab your backpack, and start running.

But your heart was aching.

All you wanted.

Was very close.

Suddenly, you saw it. The rickety boat, and unsurprisingly Duncan had thrown the Captain overboard as well, quite a while ago. Duncan was driving, you caught his eyes, and they were dark, sad, and dull. He docked the boat and stepped off, he didn’t know you were there yet. But that didn’t last very long. You let yourself fall off your ledge and onto the boardwalk and began running.

A smile broke on your face and you were whooping for joy. Before you could stop yourself, you launched yourself into a cartwheel which turned into a back handspring which ended with you flying on top of Duncan.

Anger was gone, you felt Duncan wrap his arms around you slowly, as if he didn’t believe you were there. “Am I imagining this?” He whispered his breath tickling your ear. “Mm, you tell me.” You smiled cheekily and landed a thousand kisses across his face causing a small smile to break onto him. “Hola mi vida.” He laughed and hugged you tighter, burrowing his face into your hair.

“Can’t believe you lost.” You whisper-teased. But Duncan was silent, he had his hand on your stomach, and a shocked expression on his face. He had just felt the kick of Lily or James Tarun. You smiled fondly, you haven't had your period since your second to last night in camp, with Duncan.

“...Baby, are you pregnant?” He whispered and a smile landed on your face.

“Duncan, you're gonna be a daddy.” You spoke quietly, holding a hand to his face, with a bright smile on your lips. Slowly, a huge smile appeared on your fiancè’s face and he picked you up, gently and twirled you around.

“I’M GOING TO BE A DADDY!”

Planning for the wedding was easy as pie. Probably because you let Courtney do mostly everything.

She was so excited the girl had been freaking out. She had Gwen stitch you a beautiful dark green wedding dress. It reached the floor and dragged behind you, it had gold sparkles on the hem, and you had flared sleeves which made you look as if you were floating, you wore gold heels, and simple makeup.

You stared at yourself on the day of your wedding. “Are you sure it’s okay?” Gwen was super nervous. She hadn’t done stitch work in forever.

In all honesty it was fine, just a little long. There was exactly one hour until the ceremony began. All the girl campers were herded into the bridal suite trying to calm you down. You nodded and smiled softly. “It’s great, Gwen.” You smiled, but Eva disagreed. “You think it’s too long.” Her eyes flickered up and down your body.

Gwen laughed.

“I figured that would happen. So when it’s time to dance, just tug at whatever size you’d prefer and the rest of the dress will come off easily, making it the perfect size.” Gwen explained. “I still think you should’ve worn the monkey outfit I bought you! You could’ve attracted a sasquatch.” Izzy complained and you smiled ruffling her hair in a motherly fashion.

Sadie clapped her hands together and jumped up and down excitedly. “You look so pretty.” Katie whispered, you squeezed her hand.

Each of your bridesmaids had their preferred color and dress style. Bridgette wore an ocean-blue cocktail dress, Leshawna wore a cream-colored wrap dress, Gwen wore a dark blue victorian-style dress, Sadie and Katie wore neon pink rompers with beautiful sleeves, Izzy wore a rainbow colored jumpsuit, Courtney wore a greenish-brownish criss-cross dress, Lindsay wore a crimson red sundress, and Eva wore a blue suit.

Bridgette came up to the mirror and you made eye contact through the glass. “Are you doing okay?” She mouthed. You nodded a watery smile playing on your face.

The entire group of girls awed and gave you a big bear-hug.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Leshawna quickly opened it up, ready to yell at whatever boy it was this time. But instead it was your unofficial brother's girlfriends. “We thought she needed a hug.” Jasmine said with tears in her eyes, she was Leo’s girlfriend.

You all had a big group hug, with yourself in the middle.

“Remember, you have loved that idiot since you were born, right? You're perfect for each other.” Luna, Avery’s girlfriend, gave you a quick hug. It was five minutes till it was time. “Now this was forty dollars worth of makeup, do NOT make me cry,” The girl was fanning her face.

The rest of the bridesmaids did the same, all choking on their tears.

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It was time. You sat at the end of the bridal train, holding your bouquet, your arm was linked with Chef’s. Who had a small smile on his face, and was biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself from crying. Izzy was in front of you, linked arms with Gwen. But just before it was time, Izzy turned around and walked quickly to you.

“You have been more of a mother for me, then either of my parents ever had. I love you, and you deserve the world, mami.” The girl smiled watery and wrapped her arms around you. You choked on a sob. “I love you too, kiddo.” You hadn’t even realized it. But you already had a kid. Izzy Connelley, this freaky redhead, who you’d give anything for.

She quickly walked up to her spot with her arm intertwined with Gwen’s as the music began.

“Are you scared?” Chef asked, it was almost time for you to walk up. You thought for a moment.

“I’m not scared of a lot of things. He makes me fearless.” You said with a small nod. Chef smiled. This friendly, terrifying, angry, delinquent kid made him so excited for his little girls to grow up.

He hoped they’d be just like you.

Then you stepped out into the shaded area, the wedding was covered by the trees. So you’d have some privacy. There were all the sane contestants back together again, in one area, for a wedding, and if people knew about that there’d be hordes and hordes of screaming fans.

You looked out at the people, with crooked smiles on their faces.

You stifled a laugh as Leo flipped you off, which caused him to get punched by Avery, which caused them both to get punched by their partners. You felt your heart skip a beat once you saw your father standing by Duncan’s mom. After all these years it was still hard not to get mad at him, to not yell, but instead you just smiled.

Then you saw Duncan, who was staring at you with a dumbfounded expression. You waved slyly, and a light blush pulled itself on his cheeks. He wore a dark green suit and his typical hair. You finally reached the platform and stepped on, giving Chef a kiss on the cheek.

“You hurt her and I’ll be putting your butt in my next dish, got that, Tarun?” He ordered the boy, who gave him a mock salute with a cheeky smile.

“Can’t believe we’re getting married.” He mouthed. You both stood in front of each other as DJ spoke, he was the priest, and was going on about legacy currently. “I can.” You mouthed before winking. Duncan raised an eyebrow as DJ finally got onto vows.

The boy was still staring at you, so DJ had to hit him over the head with the bible causing Duncan to curse. “You said you wrote your vows, now say them, dude.” DJ shook his head, before turning to you. “You could’ve had any dude, girl.” He said, disbelieving, causing you to laugh.

“Y/N L/N, I’d choose you in a hundred lifetimes, a hundred words, in any version of reality I’d choose you. I’d find you, I’d choose you. I love the way your eyebrows crease when you're upset, I love the way you can juggle balls but not pens, I love the way you talk, the way you breathe, the way you live. I love you. I have loved you since I first met you. When I was younger, there was this girl who I adored, and whenever she laughed it was like a question, and all I wanted was the answer. That girl was you, it will always be you.”

“Now it’s your turn, Y/N.” DJ pointed at you and you smiled squeezing Duncan’s hand.

“Duncan Tarun, you are more me, then I am. Whatever our souls are made of, whatever is left of them, mine and yours are the same. I thought I was unworthy of love, because I was alone for a really long time, my dad was not in his mind, and no one talked to me. But there was you, my neighbor who I had been in love with since forever, you made me remember what it felt like, to feel, to breathe. The only reason I live the way I do, is because my bestfriend. Duncan Tarun, if I were to live a thousand lives, I would want to have you in each one. Because what good is a puzzle without her missing piece?”

Both of you turned to look at Duncan’s brothers and shook your heads, nearly in sync. “How did we get married before you?” Duncan sighed.

“Now, I pronounce you idiot and girl in love with idiot. You may kiss the bride.” DJ laughed as Duncan grabbed you, and covered your face in kisses.

The entire place erupted into cheers from everywhere. The brothers were screaming and doing whatever older brothers do, your parents were smiling, the bridesmaids were outright sobbing, Eva was looking at everyone awkwardly but smiling all the same, Izzy was whooping and swinging from light to light, the groomsmen were ruffling Duncan’s hair, and giving you fistbumps.

Now it was time for the party.

It was amazing. Everything about it was so perfect. You watched fondly as Izzy tackled Lindsay effectively breaking her phone. Duncan’s favorite song was playing right now, and you and him were dancing together. Trent was in charge of being the DJ. Your messed up, ugly, beautiful, insane, crazy, calm, family danced until they were breathing heavily.

You were dancing with Lindsay, giggling about Heather when your father came up to you. His hair was turning gray, he was thin, and had permanent bags under his eyes. “Can I have this dance?” He held his hand out. “Is this your grandpa?” Lindsay murmured in your ear and you shooed her off. You stared at the hand, your heart pounding.

This wasn’t right, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

You did not invite your father because you wanted to forgive him, you invited him as a common courtesy. That did not mean you had to talk to him.

Duncan came up from behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist kissing your neck, before realizing who was in front of you, and he paused, his body tensing with anger. “Mr. L/N, what do you want?” He said very quietly. “I want a dance with my daughter, who I have not seen in a very long time.” Your father replied.

Duncan stepped in between you both and bent down a little to look you in the eyes. “¿Quieres bailar con él, vida mía?” Which roughly translates into, ‘do you want to dance with him, my life?’. You nodded curtly and Duncan stepped away squeezing your shoulders.

You began to dance with your father.

“You look so much like your mother.” Your father kissed your forehead, and you flinched away. His eyes softened. “Honey, you know why I sent you away. Duncan’s father made me.” He explained. That turned on a switch in your mind.

“All of my life, you have made excuses on why you left me to the wolves. Mom died when I was a child, and as far as I know, so did my dad. You barely talked to me growing up, you never fed me, you never even told me you love me. So stop making excuses, Miles.” You hissed. Your dad recoiled.

“I gave you every opportunity to succeed. You got sent to the best camps, and got the best training. Any trauma those camps caused only made you stronger.” He returned. Your anger was back and with a vengeance.

“I WAS SEVEN. THE ONLY THING SUPPOSED TO BE MAKING ME STRONGER WAS MILK.” You screamed, your vision was turning red. Suddenly there were arms around you.

Duncan’s arms were around your waist picking you up, even though you were screaming and kicking, and Duncan’s mom guided you off. The groomsmen escorted your father off the property and the bridesmaids all glared at him.

Duncan and his mom put you in a room and closed the door. You were fanning your face. “Lindsay spent five hours on this makeup, I swear if one tear-” You groaned. Artemis walked over to you, with a soft smile.

“Honey, my husband was not a very nice-man and I see that resemblance in your father. Grief makes people do crazy things.” She whispered. “That anger is why my son adores you.” Artemis laughed softly. She was always quite timid. “She’s right, you know.” Duncan was leaning against the door his arms crossed.

“This is supposed to be our day, Scorpion. Do not let anyone else get in the way of that.” Duncan sighed, walking over to you and wrapping you in a hug.

Artemis stared at you both. Her son, and her unofficial daughter. Two crazy kids in love. She knows that you will kiss away all of her son’s scars, and make him a little more whole each passing day. Because the way you look at Duncan only proves how much you love him.

—

As you all walked out, the bridesmaids flocked over to you. “Do you want me to give your daddy a whoopin 'cause I will,” Leshawna had a hand on her hip looking at you. You laughed. “It's alright.” Courtney raised a hand “Do you want me to drain his bank account?” she held up a computer which held his bank information… somehow..

“Guys, I’m fine. Now let’s get this wedding back on!”

—

Duncan and Izzy were having a drink off, Owen and DJ were talking with your brothers, Gwen and Trent were still DJing, the brothers gfs/bfs were watching their partners fondly, Courtney and Leshawna were dancing, Lindsay and Eva were taking pictures, Artemis was picking up, Chef and his wife were slow-dancing.

You were holding your stomach, content with feeling the kicks of baby Lily Tarun.

Suddenly a very drunk Chris walked in the room. You stood up quickly, that embarrassed camper instinct still very there. But it was replaced with anger. You wanted to hit him again. You really wanted to hit him again.

Owen sat on Duncan before he could do anything, and Leshawna and Eva grabbed both of your arms.

“Just let him be, Scorpion.” Eva whispered, and eventually the struggle stopped and they dropped your arms and Duncan pushed Owen off of him.

–

“I have this thing where I get older but never wiser.” Chris and Owen were drunk singing and you wanted to shoot your brains out. “This is torture,” You grumbled as Avery walked over to you. “Hey kid.” He smiled ruffling your hair.

“Hey, loser.” You stuck your tongue out at Avery and he jokingly flicked it.

—

You watched as James took a camera off a place you didn’t know a camera was and you rolled your eyes. “Why is your brother spying on us?” You asked your head on Duncan’s shoulder. The green-haired boy shrugged. “He said he did it for the vine.” He took a sip of his whiskey and you had to resist grabbing it.

“One thing I miss is alcohol.” You grumbled, sniffing the cup longingly. Duncan laughed. “You see, you're an alcoholic, and I’m a drug addict. We’re a perfect pair.” that caused you to laugh. Duncan looked up and saw Leo yelling that it was time for a picture.

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[Picture description:

You and Duncan were kissing, his arms around your waist and your arms around his neck, Bridgette was the only one looking at the camera, Geoff had an arm wrapped around her hip and was kissing the top of her head. Izzy was swinging from the headlights and fell mid-air, Owen was trying to catch her. Trent and Gwen were at the DJ stand looking at records, Eva had her arms crossed and was looking at the ceiling in annoyance, Leshawna was laughing and staring at Owen laughing, DJ was watering the bouquet in your hand, Lindsay had her eyes closed and was smiling, Courtney was shaking her head in exasperation, the brothers were wrestling, and their partners were taking shots of tequila, Chef had his daughters crawling up him and he was laughing, and Sadie and Katie were hugging clearly very happy.]

The camera pans out and it shows the picture framed, and in red ink has the words ‘Family’ with a small heart by it. The camera pans out further and you see it's in a bar, and in the corner the words ‘The Total Drama Bar’ and you see a man with green hair serving up drinks, and a pregnant lady walking down the stairs holding her daughter…

Lily Tarun.

—

Bonus:

Lily and James were searching in your bedroom looking for money. They found an old box that had the words ‘TDI’ on it. “Oi, James, look at this.” Lily ordered her younger brother who quickly walked over and sat on his knees beside his sister.

They opened up the box. Which was full of pictures. Their dad had green hair, which was odd. Grandpa Chef was in the pictures, as well as their aunts and uncles. Suddenly you walked into the room with a fond smile on your face.

“Okay troublemakers, who wants to hear the story about a place called Total Drama Island…” both of your kids raised their hands and came running to you as you sat on the bed holding the pictures.

“Now be warned kids, nothing about this story is false, but all of it is dangerous. It starts off in juvie, in a city far, far away…”

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why siblings are important

a few years ago i had depression. one day i decided that im going to drink a LOT. that weekend i drank, more then eough to give me alcohol poisoning, one more drink and i wouldve died, but right before i open the next bottle my sister who is an EMT is running into my house and too this day all i remember is that afterwards she told me 'i had a feeling my sister was dead' she throws the bottle out of my hand and already called an ambulance. but im drunk, like really fucking drunk, so i start screaming at her, and i am losing my shit on the person that just wanted to help me, and im screaming over and over 'why won't you let me die' and shes just standing there taking the yelling, when i wake up in the hospital after getting my stomach pumped, theres a sticky note attached to my phone which laid on the bed table thing, and it says 'get better, love you- favorite sister'

i grew up in a family of savages, people whod do anything to be the best. but my sister, my wonderful, wonderful sister, saved me. in all the ways a person can be saved.

#siblings #parenting #friendship #grandparents #families #parents #family #sisters #tw depressing thoughts #depressing shit #tw depressing stuff #mental health #healing #growth #self healing #health and wellness

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Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Twenty Five: He's like whiskey, she's like champange

^^ Duncan next chapter-

I’d like to apologize, I’ve been absent cause my friend was evicted and needed a place to stay and I was busy trying to help her out. Here’s a new chapter!

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(Are you excited? This is the episode you get voted off! But it’s okay because I’ll do a ‘you both coming home’ chapter ‘spoiler: someone might be pregnant.’)

It had been pouring all week, you thought you were going to lose your mind. You love rain as much as the next eccentric teenager, but there comes a point where you're this close to drowning yourself in the next puddle you see.

You and your fellow campers sat on opposing stairs. Heather painted her nails while Gwen drew a picture of every single camper she had met, and then Duncan was carving a spear and held out his hand to you which was holding the various types of blades that he desired to carve.

Chris made an announcement that your mind didn’t really process because the RAIN WAS SO LOUD.

Gwen and Heather began arguing over Leshawna getting voted off. Honestly you were this close to accidentally dropping the knife into Heather's eye socket. There comes a certain point where anybody will lose their mind.

That last challenge was horrifying.

Your body subconsciously shuddered and in moments Duncan had his sweatshirt around you, but it seemed like he didn’t even move.

You smiled and pecked him on the lips. “Why are you making me like this weather?” Your boyfriend grumbled. “Because I’m your fantastic girlfriend and I make everything better.” You stuck your tongue out. “Mhm better be happy that’s true.” Duncan smiled.

Gwen and Heather both went inside their cabin, and slammed the door shut. You stifle a laugh.

“Wanna go inside?” Duncan gave you a suggestive wink. You smiled, giving him another kiss before you ran inside.

“Come get me, Tiger.” You winked and he smiled jumping up onto his feet. “Alright scorpion.” You slammed the door shut in his face running to hide in your cabin stopping yourself from the giggles that wanted to burst.

—

The next morning the rain had finally stopped, but it had severely drowned everything around you. “You think you would’ve gotten into Noah’s ark?” You asked your boyfriend, genuinely curious.

You wore a shirt that covered your neck (keepsakes from last night), and a pair of flared jeans that made you look like a hippie in the eighties, much to Duncan’s delight.

“Mm, I’m not sure. I don’t believe in things I can’t see.” He watched a chair float by, the cabins were currently floating in the water but no one else had gotten up yet.

“Well what do you believe in?” Now you were curious and intrigued. “Well I believe in your strength. I believe in my moms wisdom. I believe in people.” He grabbed your hand and squeezed it.

A small aww came out of your mouth and he blushed. “How about you darlin’?” He asked putting his chin on your shoulder.

“Hmm. I believe in myself and you. I believe I’ll see my mama again and I believe that if you put your mind to it you deserve it.” You declared and he laughed.

“So much justice in that mind of yours but you never act on it.” He teased and you rolled your eyes.

“Because I was never meant too, honey we lived in the worst city, in the worst town, in the worst place. We were kinda destined to be horrible.” You sighed sadly. “But we’re going to do better than that aren’t we?” He asked, smiling.

You nodded.

Suddenly you heard Gwen and Heather scream.

“Oh look at our favorite girls!” You smiled and walked out of the cabin briskly before falling into the water.

Duncan followed but he cannonballed in much to your annoyance. The girls were grumbling, which seemed all they could ever do. You watched a fin circle them.

“Shark!” Duncan screamed, ruining your fun. All four of you quickly got out of the water and back onto the cabin, shivering from the chill.

You watched the shark eat the wood structures. “Have you ever been eaten before?” You asked, you knew a good chunk of his fathers punishments but not all of them.

“I’ve been mauled by dogs when I was like six. Sharks, no.” He shook his head staring at the creature. “Owen!” Heather screamed and for a moment you thought the girl had an ounce of sympathy for the blonde, but then you remembered.

She was Heather.

Of course she didn’t have a heart.

She wanted the shark to eat the overweight boy and you knew your boyfriend (cough, husband, cough) would throw hands if anything happened to his third boyfriend, you smiled at the thought and Duncan raised an eyebrow and squeezed your hand.

You crashed into land and everybody quickly came off the boat grateful for the crash.

“Anything broken?” Both you and Duncan did a quick 5372 assessment of each other, which was fancy terms for a quick look over.

“Is anyone else creeped out about this island?” Gwen mumbled an anxious look across her face and you squeezed her shoulder in sympathy.

Heather obviously decided to feed Gwen’s fear and you watched your boyfriend lay down on the sand by a bow and arrow. You laughed, and squatted down, kissing his forehead.

“Wake me up if you get hungry and we’ll go hunting.” Duncan grumbled before he tried to sleep on the sand causing Gwen to begin an argument, “We need to find food and shelter, we need to at least make a raft!” Gwen whined and without missing a beat Duncan pointed at you, who had made one as soon as you stepped on the island.

“I’m in love with a girl who completes everything in four seconds. Get used to it, sister.” Duncan said his eyes still shut in relaxation.

“I’m not using that unless it’s made by a sane person.” Heather shrieked, causing you to roll your eyes. “I’m sorry, hun. I’d just prefer it done by a professional.” Gwen said sheepishly rubbing the back of her neck, a blush rising on her face.

—

You stared at the camera, annoyed. “I look at Duncan and we both think ‘Maybe juvie was the better choice.’”

—

As Duncan and Gwen begin their argument, you occasionally chiming in, you notice Heather walk off to find shelter. For the first time ever, you think, you might actually respect the diva queen.

You watch her climb into a treehouse and you see a pulley on the outside of the door, your voice catches on your throat to be careful, and when she opens the door a skeleton falls from it causing her to fall backwards and scream.

One by one you'll notice huge bones lying around the area. There are dinosaur bones, as well as human bones.

“Think we’re still upstream from camp?” Heather yells at Duncan. “I’ve been wrong before.” He says in his defense. You resist the urge to roll your eyes at the near constant bickering, half the time there was no point to the madness.

You all went back up the treehouse ladder to investigate the house once more. You poke the skeleton and are not surprised when you see the strings. “This is like Boney Island.” You grumbled, not enjoying how the skeleton made you think of your mom.

Heather agreed. “Unfortunately, the she-devil is right. This is another survival challenge. I’m not scared of you, Chris.” She yelled into the air hoping the mad-man would respond to her calls.

Duncan and Gwen began arguing but you knew Gwen’s anger was just forged out of fear. You knew, Duncan knew the drill. You had escaped multiple prison’s and landed on islands before, there was no reason for him to be scared.

“Every camper for themselves. Let’s go Y/N.” Duncan ordered and grabbed your wrist, albeit a bit harshly and led you away, picking up his bow and arrow as well.

Gwen waved goodbye sadly.

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“Can you help me with my form?” You looked up and saw Duncan struggling with the quickly crafted bow.

You lightly smiled and took the bow gently out of his hands and showed him how to do the form. “Release the bow, any target.” He told you, smiling. You nodded curtly and your eyes searched through the forest before landing on a distant coconut. You held your breath for five seconds, and let out for ten.

“Oh where did that go?” Duncan grumbled, causing you to point into the forest.

—-

You and Duncan were eating fruit by the beach as you watched Gwen try to dock on the boat you had crafted. You stifle a laugh behind your palm each time she falls into the water. Once she finally gets on she turns to look at you.

“Since you made the raft, Y/N you can come if you’d like.” Gwen made the offer but glared at Duncan. “I want your egg if you're coming.” She demanded and Duncan sighed, throwing the large egg into the grateful girl's hands.

You pushed the boat away from the sand and Heather ran from the treehouse screaming offers so you’d take the girl with you. You sent Duncan a look trying to convey that you were going to get off if Heather came on board.

Thankfully Gwen must’ve sensed your nervousness and began paddling away quicker than before. She had been paddling for around two hours before Duncan broke the silence. “You paddle like a girl.” He grumbled, and then you promptly punched him.

Who said true love doesn’t exist?

Gwen looked set on cursing him out but you spoke up when you saw the island again.

“Gwen, are you rowing in circles?” She shook her head as you redocked the island, “What the hell! That will cost you one omelet.” Duncan yelled, snatching the egg from off the boat.

They began to engage in a game of tug-a-war. “Get your hands off my egg, crazy.” Gwen screamed at Duncan, who’s eyes flickered with sadness.

You growled and stalked up to the two, dropping to your feet and swinging your leg under hers to knock her right down. You caught the egg right before it fell. Gwen pointed at the sky and you looked up. There was a huge dinosaur above you.

Duncan grabbed the egg out of your hands and began running.

“Come and get me birdie!” He yelled trying to draw its attention. Suddenly the large dinosaur swooped in and picked up Duncan in its talons, and flew back into the air.

A hoarse scream fell out of your mouth.

You grabbed a stray line of rope and with all your strength threw it around Duncan’s ankles, and then the bird lifted you into the air. With all your expertise from military camp you scaled the rope, and climbed onto the feet of the dinosaur.

Duncan had his eyes shut, but he felt a hand on his wrist and they flew open. They softened once they saw you.

Over the harsh wind you heard him yell “Marry me?” and you tried not to cry. “Anytime, anyplace baby.” You yelled in return.

Then the dinosaur dropped you, right into Owen’s arms.

Who for some reason had a beard?

Suddenly Gwen came barreling into you guys, and Owen scooped her up as well. “My brethren!” Owen yelled. But then a snake fell around his shoulders.

“Let me rephrase that… RUN!” he dropped you all to start running up the ladder into the treehouse.

You all quickly followed in pursuit.

Gwen watched as you sat on Duncan’s lap, your stomach facing his. You wrapped your arms around him, and dug your chin into his collarbone, trying to feel his heartbeat. “Still here sweetheart. I promise.” He whispered.

“We need to confess our sins.” Gwen’s eyes flickered up to Owen and she scoffed. “I’m serious, I did it and I feel great.” The blonde smiled clearly dehydrated.

—

“Oh my god, so you killed his dad?” Heather gawked at you. “You set her dad’s office on fire-” Gwen’s eyes widened staring at Duncan. You both nodded sheepishly. “...Yes, but still not as bad as what you did, Gwen. Even if that's your real name.” You teased, with a kind smile.

“Or even Heather.” Duncan looked the rich-girl up and down.

“My brother deserved it.” Heather grumbled.

—

You were staring at Chris dumbly. “Oh come on princess, surprised to see me?” he gave you a smirk and holy hell there was no greater urge you had then to punch his stupid face into the stupid ground and beat him until he was black and blue.

“Time for a campfire, my children.” Then he promptly skipped away.

—

“I’m going to kill myself.” Duncan grumbled as he washed the war paint off his face in your cabin.

“Honey, it’ll be alright. We always stick together right?” You hugged him from behind. “If I lose you tonight, I don’t know what I’ll do.” Duncan turned around and kissed your knuckles.

You smiled sadly. “Mi amor, even thousands of miles apart, I’d still be right with you. You are the keeper of my heart, forever until even the gods die.” You whisper and lightly kiss his lips.

“Plus, it’s not like there’s gonna be some plot twist or something.” a laugh falls out of your mouth.

—

“Tonight, there is a twist on the campfire. Since I lost so many interns in the production of this video, management said I’d have to let them vote a camper off. Which kinda is boring but whatever.” Chris grumbled, and Chef handed him the envelope before scurrying off.

Chris opened it and his mouth dropped, his eyes widened, and somewhere in there you saw an ounce of pure and utter anger. Something that guarantees that the interns are going to have a hell filled week for the next couple months.

“The one who will be leaving us tonight is…”

Duncan squeezed your hand tight.

“Y/N L/N.”

You felt something break, and it didn’t come from you. You looked at Duncan and saw his entire personality shift. He went blank, cold, and calculating.

“HE’S OUR’S NOW BITCH.” You saw a redhead intern scream at you, before she went back to the intern-side of camp. Duncan nearly pulled out his gun, but you stopped his wrist.

“I love you, and if you don’t win, my love, I will kick your ass, understand?” You kissed his lips, and he nodded swiftly trying to withhold his anger.

You began walking away but Chris couldn’t stop himself.

“I’ll miss your face, along with other things, beautiful.” Chris winked, and a soft smile appeared on your face. You stepped in closer towards him. Then promptly punched him straight in the nose, and kicked him in the groin, he groaned and fell to the ground.

You stepped onto the boat of losers and began to drive away.

But when has Y/N L/N ever played by the rules?

You stepped next to the captain with a fond smile, and quickly knocked him out, dumping him into a lifeboat and letting it go into the water. You walked back to the steering wheel and began to drive… straight to New York.

There was this anger, in the back of your mind. She was yelling at the top of her lungs, to have control, and like a calming wave, you let it. Being on that island, did you no favors.

You had it easy, food, a shelter, freaking Duncan. But now it was time to go back, to get the messy things done.

Anger was your coping mechanism. It kept you on the path you wanted, and the path you wanted currently entailed making sure that your fiancè would have his dream life to come back too. Anger gets things done, sadness does not.

[The camera zooms in on a small ring on your finger]

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I’d like to thank all my wonderful supporters, who stayed with me, throughout the series. There will be an epilogue probably tmw, and soon I’ll start the second season.

I love yall!

—-

Bonus:

Mick got out of his seat and walked over to the door which was currently being pounded on.

He and his brothers were in shock, their little sister just got voted off? Poor Duncan, he was losing his shit on TV right now. Since the show started all the brothers had been at Mick’s house for viewing.

Mick opened the door and his jaw dropped. There you stood, you wore a pair of black jeans, along with an old WSC sweatshirt which looked like Duncan’s, and you had a cocky smile which Mick could tell was fabricated.

“Miss me?”

“Well I’ll be a son-of-a-gun.”

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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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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.

—

“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.

—

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

—

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 ♥️

—

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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TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Twenty Two: WHY AM I DREAMING OF US MARRIED (Your in love idiot is that why?)

Everyone was sitting on stumps as you all watched the horror movie play from the projector. Unsurprisingly, Duncan and you had seen the movie, so Duncan was excitedly watching it, and you were staring at it rather bored.

“The killer is gonna go for the car.” You said, sounding terribly bored, with your head in your hands. There were about a hundred other things you’d like to do.

Duncan’s attention turned over to DJ who was cowering in his seat. “Dude, how do you get any girls?” Duncan asked and DJ scowled right before going back to cowering.

Duncan’s eyes flicked over to you as if asking you what women see in DJ. “I mean we like guys with animals.” You shrugged, not really knowing how to answer. “Good thing I got two snakes, and a piranha.” Duncan smiled as you ruffled his hair.

“That’s right, sugar.”

“...does it help I have seven older brothers who have been begging me to date you since I’m pretty sure you were born?” Duncan sighed smiling into his palm.

“They were shipping a newborn and a one year old?” You said raising an eyebrow and Duncan’s smile dropped. “No- forget I told you that.” You rolled your eyes. But you finally noticed that DJ was still shaking in his seat even after the movie had ended.

“What part scared you the most?” Duncan asked his friend, sounding way too interested to be safe, trying to convey that ‘this idiot looks like he’s about to wet his pants, shut your mouth.’ But Duncan smirked, sending you a discreet wink as he continued.

“Was it the part where everyone met a grisly death? Or was it the psycho killer with the-'' as he pulled out his ‘hook’ hand, Leshawna stifled her laughter as she watched you mimic his movements.

“Really, what’s your obsession with having a hook for a hand?” You set your hands on your hips causing Duncan to laugh. “You look just like your mom.” He smiled, and your heart crinkled at the memory. Duncan had begged Chris to put on a horror movie for you, since you had been having a terrible day so far.

Grief sucks. Grief sucks a lot.

“Come on Deej, for a slasher flick, that was pretty tame.” Gwen sighed, staring disappointed at the man, who shrieked sheepishly. You nodded agreeing with her. “Yeah there was no hacking. Not like Blood-Bath 2 Summer Camp of Terror.” You muttered as you sat back down. Have you ever heard the quote “Grief comes and goes in waves?”

Annoyingly, it’s not wrong. “Yo, that’s my favorite movie! I love it when the killer dude sticks that guy's hand in the lawn mower.” Gwen mimicked her words, and you smiled softly.

“Or when he pushes that one chick off the dock, and she lands on a propeller blade that slices her in half.” You remembered that was the one scene that got Duncan to scream when you were eight.

Duncan today just gave you a look that meant ‘I swear if you tell them I’m going to tackle you’.

Suddenly Duncan noticed that DJ was still freaking out each time you mentioned the events so Duncan got in real close and whispered. “Or when he shoves the biggest dude into the woodchipper and plays with the confetti.” DJ screamed like a little girl and jumped into Leshawna's arms.

“Marry me?” You lightly chuckled, wrapping your arms around Duncan and leaning down (he was sitting where you were standing) before kissing his cheek. “Keep doing that and I might.” He mumbled before he realized what he said and stood straight up.

“It’s just mindless guts and gore.” Heather grumbled rolling her eyes. “Hey horror movies have a lot of psychological trauma.” Duncan pointed out and your eyebrows furrowed on your forehead before you spoke again. “So did both our childhoods…” you pointed out to Duncan. “Why do you think they were so fun?” Duncan said sadly kissing your forehead.

“Does anyone know what our challenge is this week?” Heather finally asked. “That’s a good question, it’s Sunday doesn’t he usually tell it to us at midnight?” You asked, suddenly looking around for the man.

Eventually Duncan and you found Chris and Chef on the dock hurriedly packing. “Is there a fire, Chef?” Duncan raised an eyebrow. The man ran onto the boat before he could respond.

“Bye beautiful, I'm gonna tell everyone we’re married.” Chris yelled to you as the boat quickly lodged off. The rest of the campers had followed you in pursuit since they had long-realized that out of the two of you, you were the better tracker.

“You forgot this!” Owen yelled as he picked up a backpack from the dock. A newspaper fell out, you stared at it before Owen picked it up. “This is totally the challenge isn’t it?” Duncan whispered in your ear, you weakly smiled, nodding.

“Escaped psycho killer on the loose.” Owen read aloud. “Be on the lookout for a man wearing a hockey mask, who has a hooked hand and is holding a chainsaw. You raised an eyebrow. “This might be for you.” Duncan realized.

“The plot to the Chains of Massacre: Deep in Camp, how’d he know that was my favorite movie?” You mumbled to your boyfriend who looked sheepish. “I may, or may not talk to the cameras about you a lot.” Duncan said all in one big quick sentence.

You turned around to look at him as the other campers discussed what was happening. “That’s a little bit terrifying, cute, but terrifying cause I do the same just not to the cameras, honestly a lot to Bridgette.” You admitted quietly. “Oh trust me I don’t shut up about you around her.” Duncan quietly chuckled remembering the multiple incidents.

Suddenly Owen pulled some stuff out of the backpack. Chris’s hair gel, the taser for Duncan and you, as well as a picture of you working out, a little remote, the strangest part was that during the time the picture was taken Duncan had been working out with you as well and he had been cut out of the picture. “Woah, maybe this is for real.” Gwen whispered, shocked.

Duncan sneaked around the group before snatching the tasers and the remote out of Owen’s huge hands. He threw all three into the water and whooped.

The ankle monitor that was designed to keep you from leaving the island and would shock you unless given permission was finally done. A small smile graced upon your face. “Also, can I have that?” You snatched the picture of you out of Owen’s hands and Duncan threw you his lighter.

You held it under the picture before telling the group to continue on with their concerns.

Duncan watched as the flames reflected in your eyes and he smiled. Doing those tasks was the first step of surviving Chris McClean.

Sadly somewhere on the island Chris laughed, replicas, everything was merely replicas. Duncan cheerfully waved goodbye to Heather as she stormed off. “Five bucks, Chef kills her on ‘accident’?” You whispered to him and he stifled a laugh. “Oh 100%.” He smirked, shaking your hand.

Gwen shrugged, flipping the girl off behind her back before saying. “The first thing we should do is strategize back at camp. Anyone in?”

You nodded giving her a thumbs up and Duncan shrugged, “I kinda don’t go anywhere without her so-” he smiled pointing at you and you punched his shoulder.

You all sat down around the campfire, but the sitting on the stump was killing your posture slowly so you sat on the sand but very quickly a tired green puppy *cough, Duncan, cough* had wrapped his arms around you and buried his chin into your collarbone and somehow was already snoring.

“I don’t understand how your boy hasn’t ability to sleep on command.” Leshawna sighed clearly wishing she was asleep instead of listening to Gwen go in with the rules.

“Where’s Izzy and Owen?” The goth girl demanded. “I believe they are currently breaking rules on through three, teacher.” You smiled cheekily. “That’s Ms. Teacher to you, sweetheart.” Gwen smirked right before winking.

You gave her a weak smile in return before she went off in her monotone voice going on about which camper should do what and yadda, yadda, yadda.

Your eyes flickered to sleep and you snuggled into Duncan’s chest listening to the soft sounds of him fast asleep. You awoke to Gwen lightly hitting your shoulder. “Why is Leshawna gone?” She asked you. “She went to get some chow.” You sadly forced yourself around Duncan’s arms and his strong grip even when he was fast asleep.

You had gotten a little rest and felt like a new woman. “How do you know that?” Gwen asked as you both sat down on opposing stumps. “I listen a lot, even when I’m asleep.” You sighed, it was a reflex you picked up from Duncan. Gwen crossed out Geoff and DJ, and you picked up two sticks lighting them aglow.

“You know what ticks me off? I was trying to help them.” Gwen grumbled.

“Live and learn sweetheart. Most people aren’t gonna listen to us because we act differently, or we’re girls.” You signed the flames flicking at your skin but the amount of times you’ve been burned you barely had any nerves anymore. “You really are a pyro aren’t you?” Gwen sighed.

You shrugged, and were about to continue before you heard a whimper come out of Duncan barely audible to the bums ear. But Duncan rarely cried in his sleep, only when he was on the stupid nicotine patches. Gwen noticed how worried you looked about Duncan and she sighed, she missed Trent.

You stared for one more minute before realizing he wasn’t going to make a peep again. You shaked off your jitters before you sighed.

“So? I like burning things. It’s fun.” You smiled watching as the sticks slowly got smaller. “Is that why you went to juvie?” Gwen sounded too interested now. Your eyes found hers and you smiled cockily, summoning the girl you made for yourself in juvie.

“Now, why on earth would I tell you that?” You raised an eyebrow, you stuck one of the flaming sticks against the paper on accident, causing Gwen to quickly run off. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, Juvie, Juvie, Juvie.” You heard the supposed killer whisper, and your eyes flicked over to Duncan as his eyes flickered in his sleep, almost awakening to the whispering.

“Alright, killer. You and me.” You quickly walked off trying not to wake Duncan. But the second you walked off Duncan was whisked away by Chef, and put in a cot in his cabin.

—

“Okay, have you ever woken up a person having a nightmare? Imagine that but with an ex-con who I know for a fact has knives on his body. I mean in a different setting I’d love for his knife to be on my throat. Just not on live television.” You laughed staring at the outhouse camera.

—

You met the killer on the dock, and smiled, flicking the lighter in your hands on and off. “Hey, goalie boy. Ever got beat by an exhausted girl?” Surprisingly you launched yourself at him even though the chainsaw was going.

You scaled up Chef and used all your body weight to throw him backwards, causing him to land on his back and you straddling him as you took the hook, and chainsaw out of his hands. You took the mask off of Chef and smiled.

“Hey, Chef.” You helped him up as he saved you a side-hug and ruffled your hair. “Just so you know, I got Gwen and Duncan is in the cabin asleep, kid.” Chef let you escort him back to the tent.

Which was full of all your friends, unsurprisingly.

“Hi, Y/N! We need to fight some time!” Izzy was so excited to see you. Everyone congratulated you. But something on the camera caught your eye.

Duncan was asleep but a masked killer stood over him like a looming shadow. “Who the hell is that in the cabin with my boyfriend?” You almost screeched. Scratch that, screeched.

Everyone bolted out of the tent.

—

Duncan’s dream

He came home from work, (where did he work?), and stepped into a house that wasn’t his own. He walked in, holding a briefcase and saw a woman that looked suspiciously like you sitting in a chair rocking a baby back and forth.

“Hey, sweetheart.” The woman whispered since the baby was fast asleep. “Hello, mi vida.” Duncan smiled, kissing your cheek. (Oh my god was that you?)

He was forced awake when he saw a chainsaw man standing over him. His first reaction was to, you know, stab his eyes out, and beat him to death, but then you all quickly ran in.

“DUNCAN.” They all yelled at him. But he was focusing on you, the absolute fear in your eyes and on instinct he reacted.

He launched himself at the chainsaw man and kicked the hook straight off and pinched a nerve which made the man drop the chainsaw, he then grabbed the man’s short hair and pulled back as far as he could exposing his neck which was the signal for neck kick.

Duncan couldn’t see it, but he felt the impact as your carefully aimed kick was sent straight at the killer's throat, who very quickly started high pitched before he stomped off.

“Well that was fun, same time next week?” Duncan said, trying to mask the outright fear he felt now. But you smiled, rolled your eyes and gave him a kiss, which calmed him like a drug.

Gwen came over and gave you a high five. “I might steal your girl, Duncan.” Gwen smiled, staring at you with mock dream eyes (hopefully), Duncan laughed “You wish.”

—

That night Duncan and you got partial immunity which meant that in the situation one of you was voted off your votes would be cut in half.

Which honestly didn’t really matter that night because literally everyone voted for DJ, so it was a waste of winning a challenge. Anyways on that happy note, see you next episode.

—

Bonus: Your favorite memory of your mom

Ages: 4

“Mami.”

The tired woman looked up from her newest dish, but once she saw it was you she smiled happily.

“Yes, bunny, how may I assist you?” She helped you to sit on top of the counter. “How do I make brownies for Duncan? I have no money to buy a huge present.” You said the last part sadly.

She laughed and was curious “What would his big present be, sweetheart?” You smiled not truly understanding how deep your next words would be. “A new daddy. One that makes Duncan happy.” You clapped and your mom sighed sadly.

“Mm, you got a good heart my love. Yes, I will help you make brownies for Duncan’s birthday.” She smiled at you, you despised cooking but wanted to make your best friend happy.

So that’s what you did that afternoon, you cooked, well mostly she cooked, you whined how boring it was, but your mom turned on music and told you to get your wiggles out on the counter that held no ingredients.

You danced as your mama cooked and she smiled slowly beginning to dance with you. After the brownies finished cooking, your mom let you have a taste test and you smiled wide.

“Thank you, mami! You're the best and I love you so very much.” You wrapped your arms around her neck kissing her cheek.

“Of course, bunny. Anything for you.” She smiled, attacking your face with kisses causing you to giggle. She sighed relishing in the sounds of her beautiful daughter so full of energy and joy.

The results had gotten in yesterday about the disease, she knew how long she had left but you didn’t know.

She’d miss her daughter growing up.

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TDI! Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Twenty-One: The kids we left behind

(Netflix isn't working once again so enjoy a flashback chapter! You and Duncan are both seven, and this mainly revolves around his older brother, not a long chapter, sorry but i havent paid my internet bill or whatever so i wanna savor it- is that how that works-)

Mick watched Duncan wait patiently by the door. He knew that his youngest brother was anxiously awaiting for you to arrive. It seemed that the boy was always waiting for you.

Leo, was asleep and was nearly on top of Mick by the time you finally arrived. He didn't stay asleep for long though, you burst into the house nearly oozing with light.

"OKAY SO-" You jumped on top of Duncan who already was laughing.

Mick was amazed by the transformation you held over Duncan. The abused child who typically was quiet and reserved turned into this happy and joyful creature.

It was horrifying, but in a fun way.

"Miss me?" you smiled still nearly straddling the other boy. The boy smiled, and flipped you onto your back. "Always." He winked.

Oh these fuckers- Mick rolled his eyes, he never thought he'd say this about two children- but fucking marry each other already holy shit it's wild.

James walked by the living room and stopped seeing his youngest brother straddling the girl, James considered as another sibling.

"Uh-" James looked onto the couch and saw a half-asleep Leo, an amused Mick, Kenny who was for some reason under the coffee table, and Henry and Lucas staring at the TV.

"You gonna do something about this?" He questioned Mick who smiled and shrugged.

God, brothers.

"Idiots, I'm going to tell Ben about this I swear to god-" James turned around and ran up the stairs into the communal room he shared with his six other brothers.

Ben was scrolling through his phone doing situps on the top bunk. "Ben, how on earth does Duncan get more girls then you do?" James smiled scratching his nose with his middle finger.

"Dude, it's cause I'm gay-"

"Fair enough."

Ben rolled his eyes and jumped off the top bunk and whiped his hands on his sweatpants. "Show me the damage." He ushered his brother back downstairs into the living room.

The two bestfriends had now migrated onto the couch, and they were sitting next to Leo who was back to his usual snoring.

Y/N had her arm intertwined with Duncan's and was rambling about her day, but both brothers were a good 90% sure he wasn't listening, his eyes were focused on you, and there was this dreamy look in his eyes which made it clear he wasn't all there.

"You understand that they are like literally in love with each other, right-" Ben turned around to James unsure of what the problem was.

"... well for starters... their seven-"

"So? You had your first kiss at seven." Ben pointed out and James gave him a pointed glare. "I was asleep and it was the dog." James hissed.

"Your just sad because your brother is getting more action then you are." Ben laughed patting his brothers arm and sitting down on the couch, ruffling you and Duncan's hair with a fond smile.

"There is seven of us, it's almost guaranteed that one of us has to be." Mick said his eyes on the TV. "Why were you listening?" James raised an eyebrow. "Well it was either listen to you loose your shit, or listen to this idiot snore." He flicked Leo's nose upwards causing the snore to stop for a moment.

Before continuing.

"If any of you are wondering what to get me for Christmas, I beg of you, earmuffs, headphones, anything." Mick begged the lot of you.

You handed him a pair of shop class headphones and everyone looked at you curiously. "Ya'll I'm in three shop-classes, I'm always gonna have these on me." You blushed hiding your head in Duncan's collarbone.

"Marry her." Mick mouthed to his brother as he put the headphones on, sighing in relief.

Duncan blushed hard and shrunk in his seat.

That night when Henry walked into his room, he didn't hear the usual sound of his youngest brother trying to get his older brothers to include him in the conversation.

(The conversation typically revolved around: How the hell are we gonna save up enough money to get out of this hell hole?)

So usually it didn't work.

But tonight he heard your soft chatter with Duncan, he stared at one of the bottom bunks and saw Duncan without a shirt on, he winced seeing his brothers bruises because Henry had the same if not worse.

You held ice on the bruises whispering your apologies each time Duncan whimpered. The bruises were so purple they were nearly black.

Duncan always seemed to have it bad in the Tarun household. No one really understood why, I mean sure the father hit them all, but not like he did Duncan.

As you grabbed Duncan's hand and positioned it to hold up the ice to one of the more nasty bruises you went into your backpack and pulled out a pack of bandaids.

You started off with the butterfly ones. When you had went over to your house for dinner, thats when their father came home, he decided that target practice was in order, and as usual it ended with the youngest child.

You slowly picked out the glass shards and went over the cuts with the butterfly bandaids. On the larger ones, you used typical bandaids that had actual butterflies on them.

Soon enough it seemed that Duncan had all of his major scrapes taken care of. Henry watched as you helped his brother slip on a shirt over his head and you tucked him into bed.

You seemed to be asking a question but you were far enough that Henry couldn't hear.

Duncan nodded, clearly tired, most likely from blood loss. You carefully climbed on the bed, and you angled your head so it wouldn't touch any of his bruises, and you laid your head on his chest.

He smiled once he saw how happy his brother looked as he wrapped his arms around you.

Henry was sad to say he knew the truth, he knew that he didn't need to call your dad and ask if you could stay the night. Truth be told he was pretty sure your father wouldn't even be there.

Y/N L/N was made for his brother, through and through.

---

bonus: quotes from you, duncan, and his brothers!

You: Why isn’t the statue smirking at me?

Duncan: It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it.

You: Three of us saw it, Duncan. How do you explain that?

Duncan: *points at Henry* Sleep deprivation. *points at James* Paranoia. *points at Mick* Delusional personality disorder.

You: Where's Duncan, Henry, and James?

Mick: They're playing hide and seek.

You: Where?

Mick: I don't think you get how this game works

You: oh then maybe my mom isn't dead

Mick: what do you mean?

You: well she's been hiding for almost three years now, maybe everyone was trying to play a trick on me

*Duncan falling out of the top kitchen cabinent, Henry unfolding himself out of dishwasher, and James stepping out of the garbage can, all of them are looking at you in horror.*

Seven year old you laughing and pointing: HAH **** YOU ALL I FOUND YOU WITH MY TRAUMATIC ******* BACKSTORY SUCK MY **** YOU ABSOLUTE SONS OF ******

Seven year old Duncan smiling and clapping you hand: Shes my best friend

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Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Twenty: Welcome back to traumatized kids weekly, I'm your host-

(Just so you know Duncan is totally the Harley Quinn to ur Ivy <3)

You and Duncan were standing outside the outhouse looking at in mild humor. Leshawna walked up to you two. “Geoff sure misses Bridgette since she got kicked off, huh?” She asked, putting a hand on her hip.

The blonde was singing his heart out rather loudly in the outhouse. “Yeah, he’s weak.” Duncan muttered. You gave him a glance and he blushed. “Different when it’s you darlin’.” He whispered, kissing your forehead.

A good chunk of the campers were playing frisbee, Heather and Lindsay were sunbathing on the docks. But your attention kept getting pulled to the outhouse nearby. Duncan called all the boys to the outhouse claiming he wanted to comfort the blonde. Gwen raised an eyebrow at you leaving along with them.

She called you over, and you skipped over to the black haired girl, and asked “Whatever is the matter?” You asked, and the girl gave you a look as if she was trying to calculate your movements.

“Why are you going with them? It’s an all boys alliance.” She pointed out. You looked her up and down before smiling “I’d like to see you pull me out of Duncan’s eyesite.” She looked over your head and sss that even now Duncan was staring at you with a curious head tilt.

“Fair.” She muttered and let you go.

You all arrived at the outhouse and Owen scooped Geoff in a big bear hug. “Voting Bridge off was a strategic move, mate. Plus she was reeking.” Duncan laughed, crossing his arms.

“So, are you in?” He turned his hand into a fist and set it in the middle of them all. You set your hand on top of his without a thought. Slowly, everyone else set their hands on top of the two. “You in, Geoff?” You raised an eyebrow. The boy looked at all of you nervously. “I don’t know, girl. Going on without Bridge-” he sniffed the air. “Is that bacon?” He questioned and began running. “Aw man did I miss breakfast?” He groaned, chasing after the smell.

Duncan chuckled, shrugging. “Looks like Geoff is in.” You rolled your eyes punching his shoulder. Suddenly the intercom let out a high pitched squeal of feedback and you covered your ears groaning. The alarms at juvie were JUST like that and they’d go on, and on, and on, in a never ending cycle.

“Morning campers! The next challenge awaits you at the arts and craft center.” Duncan still had his hands around his ears, and he still had his hands around his ears once you walked over to the arts and craft center which in all reality was a shed. “More like the arts and junk-center.” You muttered, crossing your arms. “You’d actually be correct, sweetheart. It used to be an outhouse.” Chris smiled, giving you a pat on the head much to Duncan’s annoyance.

“But now it's just where Chef parks his road hog.” The man shrugged and opened the shed door revealing a beautiful bike. “What a beaut.” Duncan said in amazement. “Reminds me of the bike you rigged up in second grade, baby.” You commented and Duncan stared at the bike a moment longer before agreeing. “Yeah it even had the flames you painted.” He pointed out.

“Which brings me to our challenge! Rigging up your own wheels.” Chris smiled once he saw your eyes light up. This challenge he had made for you. “Yes, hot rods!” Owen scooped both DJ and you up, hugging you to his chest.

You groaned trying to shove the blonde's arm away, and Duncan sent him a withering glare which quickly made Owen drop you. “You’ll find all the parts you need in the bike depot.” Chris pointed at a pile full of bike parts and there were murmurs of “Bikes?”

“Anyways, whoever builds the best bike using tricks and props from the arts and crafts center wins. To prove I’m a nice guy I’ll throw in a manual.” Chris threw a manual to Heather before he drove off in his four wheeler.

---

You smiled at the outhouse camera and clapped to yourself. “This is a challenge I can get behind. Before Duncan’s brothers left him, the older ones showed me how to rig my first engine.” You smiled wide.

---

“So what do you need, darling. I say you rig up the engines for our bikes, then I build the bikes, and then we go whatever we want for the touch ups?” Duncan leaned on his right leg. “You got a lighter on you?” You asked suddenly. He smiled and showed you the various ones that were in different places on his body. In total there were six.

“Okay I’m going to need you to dismantle at least two of those for the fluid, and then I think I can get to work.” You smiled, putting your hands on your hips. Duncan was always fiddling so before you even finished your sentence the two lighters were dismantled and he gave you two medium sized containers full of an amber liquid.

You snatched the liquid and took big scraps of metal before you disappeared with a wide smile on your face. “Your girl concerns me.” DJ commented absentmindedly. “Oh she should. But this is nothing, have you ever seen a three year old girl have access to fire and metal? It is chaos on steroids. Man, I miss my brothers.” Duncan laughed jumping into the pile of metal building your guys bikes.

—

Somewhere in New Jersey

A bunch of black haired boys sat in a large group huddled around the TV. “I still can’t believe the idiots finally realized they liked each other, god you remember when they were like six and held hands everywhere they went. I think James literally heard wedding bells.” The oldest one complained, running a hand down his face.

“Oh I a hundred percent did, and the way he looked at her when she was screaming at Mick for taking her welding privileges.” James, the forth eldest one laughed and Mick stood up from his seat. “She burns down your office at work then we can talk.” He pointed a finger at his brother.

The seven brothers began arguing over who was in the wrong.

The four girlfriends and three boyfriends stared at their respective partners in utter disbelief. “Someone make a mental note, let’s all just date each other next time.” Rachel took a chug of her champagne. “At least they’re pretty.” Joey sighed, staring at the still arguing siblings. “Pretty people get away with so much.” Ross signed into his palm, as all the girls chimed in agreement.

(Yes, there was a Phoebe and a Chandler, and yes they get comments on it all of the time)

—-

To be honest? The three boys had very little faith in you coming back with two working engines. But sure enough you came back, with two working engines. Who cares if up and down your arms were nearly pitch black? Duncan smiled at your expression and met you halfway to pick up his engine to help with the weight.

“So how much of the forest is burnt?” He asked pecking you on the lips before you could stop him. “Well hello to you too, babe, and a good twenty-five percent of it.” You blushed rubbing the back of your neck. He laughed, and gave you a side hug.

“Not bad.” He smiled.

—

As Duncan held your bikes up, and you began rigging the engines to the said bikes. Owen asked “So what was your first time riding a bike like, guys?” He asked after he had pumped up his enormous tire.

“Oh you should’ve seen, Duncan, he wiped out so bad his entire collarbone came out of his skin, so you could poke it.” You laughed getting a smear of oil on your hands and you wiped it on your pants which were already covered in the black substance.

“Not like your any better, sweetheart. After my brother Jimmy taught me how to ride a bike, he taught Y/N, and she flipped off the bike so far that she crashed straight through my oldest brother's room and you know, that's how we found out he was gay.” Duncan laughed when he saw how red you had turned and were shying into his chest now.

“Oh. So you walked on his brother and some dude-” you cut off Geoff with an embarrassed nod. Duncan laughed, rubbing your shoulders before shrugging. “Anyway, she broke her leg and shoulder blades which is fun.” He teased before the rest of the boys went on about their experiences.

—

Somewhere in New Jersey

“OH MY GOD THAT'S HOW THEY FOUND OUT YOU WERE GAY?”

“Oh I’m going to kill myself.”

“Please do, when you're at it feel free to kill me too.”

—-

The entire day was spent messing with your bikes. After you had finished rigging up Duncan’s bike he went to work on hot gluing things in it. Then you went to work on yours.

Your bike had a dark purple body and dark green handles which reminded you a lot of the joker, and you knew your boyfriend did that on purpose.

Your ten years old

A week before Halloween that year you had watched the Joker and for fun wondered: hm I wonder if I could use my glow-in-the-dark makeup to make a cool joker-like face for a costume. So you decided to try out your idea, but you didn’t trust your judgment so you decided that when you were done you’d go over to Duncan’s house and see what he thought.

After you were done and in his house, you waited for an hour in the dark of his room since you had a headache. Duncan was a bit late from school because he had a double detention, and you had only had one much to your fathers surprise. When Duncan walked into his room he saw a glow in the dark smile sitting on his bed fast asleep.

You woke up to an eleven year old Duncan shrieking like a little girl much to your amusement.

Your hands flew over your bike and in no longer than ten minutes, the engine was up and purring like a little feline. Owen clapped, impressed. “How are you gonna decorate?” Geoff asked, since he had finished his first and was how you say… bored out of his mind.

“Good question, any suggestions?” You raised an eyebrow hoping for a suggestion. You saw a lightbulb go off in the surfer's mind and knew right away you had asked the right person. “Now that you mentioned it, dudette… I got a few ideas on how we can spice up your ride.” He smiled clearly, brainstorming.

—

Two hours later there your bike stood before you, it looked like a slightly skinnier version of the one you had back in… oh shit what state was it in last-

Anyways, the bike had kept its color, there was a bottle of poison as the hood ornament, barb wire ran itself down the spine, dark red rope was tied on the handlebars, but there were no petals. “Hey dudette? I think you're missing something.” The blonde pointed out.

“Mm, I don’t think so.” You smirked and gave the boy a hug for his help. “Thank you, I’m not exactly the best when it comes to making things look pretty.” which quickly earned an objection from your loving boyfriend. “Uh- then how do you look hot every day?” You flipped him off causing him to smile.

Geoff smiled “Of course, man. You and Bridgette were close and anything for her.” He said and ruffled your hair before walking away.

You went over to Duncan who was sitting on bike, testing it out. “Maybe they’ll call you Poison Ivy.” He laughed but quickly shut up once you kissed him. “Will you be my Batman then?” You whispered, touching his forehead with yours. “Ugh, I don’t wanna be the good guy,” he complained as you jokingly gave him a glare.

“Can we be Punch and Jewlee instead?” You smiled at that. Punch and Jewlee were like a much less toxic-version of Harley and Joker. They had alien tech, loved each other like crazy, and were also criminals who dressed up like circus acts yadda yadda yadda.

“Mm, yeah I think I’d be alright with that.”

“Couple costume for Halloween: unlocked.”

—

After you had gotten through the first challenge, which resulted with you and Duncan getting into the next one. You noticed something, your engine wasn’t starting, you bent on a knee and opened up the panel that let you see inside, you noticed wads and wads of gum stuck in there. Your eyes flickered upward to Heather and you growled, she had your bike last.

There was a knife in your hand in an instant and you had thrown it straight at her head which she just barely dodged. You tackled her before she could scream and held a different knife at her throat.

“I swear to GOD, I’m going to cut out every pearly white of yours so you’ll never be able to chew gum again,” you yelled at her. Chris stared at you with an amused expression. “Is it bad that I find this hot?” Izzy who had reappeared shook her head up and down very quickly, even though she was still smiling.

My parents gave me to the wolves when I was very young

By wolves I meant child-acting

I learned a lot of things from doing it though!

I learned which side of me looks better, the best way to lose weight, my favorite was how to combat vicious predators by beating them down, and one more thing.

TV producers are almost always predators.

-Izzy’s yearbook quote

Izzy was worried about you, she was always worried about you. The way Chris touched you, the way he looked at you, was not alright.

What she didn’t like whatsoever, was that Duncan didn’t do anything, you didn’t do anything, it was as if Chris had something he held over you both bending you to his very will. She despised that man, he was so much like her mother, so willing to let people get hurt for their own gain.

Evil, Chris McLean reeked of pure and utter evil.

Duncan pulled you off of Heather and forced you to walk away. Not before Chris grabbed your wrist, and smiled. “I’d love it if you do that to me, sweetheart.” He winked and you ripped your arm out of his grasp, and you were about to start screaming at Chris, god there was nothing you wanted more than to scream at Chris. Duncan slipped his hand over your mouth before he glared at Chris and stalked off dragging you with him.

Heather won, she pushed Lindsay under the bus though, god she should be happy you weren’t there, you honestly probably would’ve shot her dead. Owen wiped out so bad it’s not even funny.

But what all the fans were more focused on was what was happening in the Screaming Bass cabin. “Y/N what the fuck was that!” Duncan pushed you inside of the cabin and closed the door behind him. He forgot about the cameras, you both were going to pay for that mistake.

“Heather sabotaged my bike, I’d like to see her do something for once in her life.” You yelled yanking at your hair. “Then there’s fucking Chris who is actually going to get shot by the end of the season if he doesn’t learn to keep his hands to himself.” You wanted to scream, sob, shoot something, fuck something, god emotions suck absolute ass.

“Y/N, he has us here for however long he wants us here. Don’t you get it? If we screw up, even one time, we’re done, dead, we get life in jail before we can blink.” Duncan anxiously paced in the cabin.

“You are not the one getting groped by him, Tarun, there has not been a single breakfast where he hasn’t touched me, and personally I’d like a shower-“ Duncan cut you off with a glare and a menacing tone. “Do not forget that I’m under his reign here as well, sweetheart. He’s got creepy ass interns that will not relent.” Duncan’s eyes had bags under them, your eyes had bags under them.

—

Somewhere in New Jersey

“How far away is Canada?”

“I already booked us a flight.”

—

You wrapped your arms around Duncan and held him tight. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I thought I could protect us. You deserve to have a period in your life where someone is not constantly hurting you.” You whispered against his chest. He sighed and slowly wrapped his arms around you.

“I mean New York was pretty fun. We did nothing but hit bars, sing, and get drunk.” He admitted quietly. “Move to New York?” You held up your pinkie finger. “Yep.” He linked his finger with yours and you sighed.

“This is just not our week is it, princess?” He whispered, putting his chin on top of your head. “Well you better be prepared for a very outta control me after tonight.” You muttered with a slight chuckle. “I’m glad we’re both so traumatized we keep grieving to a one day thing.” He laughed.

—-

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—-

Three moments the cameras do not show

Breakfast that morning:

You smiled at Chef and had been asking him about his day, and how his two little twin girls were doing. When you heard an all too familiar whistle. “Hey sweetheart, how’s my favorite killer?” Chris pressed himself against you to grab an apple out of the fruit bowl in front of you. You stared at a point behind Chef Hatchet, your body going extremely tense. “I’m doing wonderful, Chris.” You forced a smile upon your face. He laughed and walked away.

Chef sighed. “Sorry kid.” He muttered. “It’s whatever.” You walked back over to your table and sat down next to Duncan as still as a rock. Duncan sighed, he knew better than to touch you. “I’m sorry, I am so sorry.” He whispered. You nodded curtly and felt the urge to vomit somewhere.

When Duncan was waiting for you to use the restroom:

A redheaded intern with extremely curly hair had stalked up to Duncan from his perch by the bathroom door, whistling. “Hey cutie.” She giggled and grabbed his arm much to his annoyance. “Woah you have such strong muscles, and you're so handsome.”

God, he wished he could pretend it was Izzy. At least then he could force himself to believe it was just a teasing sister-friend thing. But Izzy’s not like this, Izzy’s sweet and she makes you smile so that makes her terrific in Duncan’s eyes.

But there is nothing sweet about this internship. The way she looks at Duncan makes him shudder, the way she touches Duncan makes him want to burn his clothes, the way she describes how’d she get rid of you makes him want to kill her.

There is nothing safe about women.

There is nothing safe about men.

That night:

You had wanted to take another shower since you had gotten oil all over your hands and arms, so before you went to bed you had skipped over to the communal showers. But you had forgotten your PJ’s, which didn’t really bother you.

The other girls typically didn’t bring their clothes to the showers but you just wanted to get dressed as well as do your business one last time. As you had stepped out of the shower and quickly wrapped a towel around your body you stepped out of the showroom and began the short walk back to your cabin. You were almost there before you had seen Chris, your stomach twisted into knots.

“Ooh you look beautiful, babe. Any chance I could get you to drop the towel?” The producer begged. You grinned weakly. “You wish, hun.” You continued walking, but you felt a tug at the base of the towel, and suddenly it was on the floor. You turned neon pink and picked it up. “What a beautiful girl.” Chris winked and you realized he had done that. Your eye twitched as he left.

Duncan was not doing well either. He was waiting for you on the porch of the cabins, he was lacking a shirt, and was wearing his shorts like he typically did. Since he was bored because you seemed to be taking longer than you usually do, he began doing some push ups, but suddenly there was a large flash and a ton of giggles, his eyes flickered to the sound and saw a bunch of interns each holding cameras and each blushing, running away.

\His stomach swooped and he went into the girls side of the cabin and grabbed his sweatshirt off your bed and was pulling it over his back by the time you had arrived.

Duncan noticed your eyes were red, clearly from crying. You sat down on the swinging chair beside him. “I hate adults.” You whispered, clutching the towel to your body as if it was a shield. Duncan felt violated from those interns.

“Lucky you, I hate the interns so I guess we must be perfect for each other.” He joked, but you felt Duncan’s heart twist into knots just like your own.

His heart was just like your own.

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Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

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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The unknown

Being unprepared

People going through my phone

Being told my work is terrible

My mom giving me double takes

My mom

My dad

My aunties

The sentence "You are not smart enough to do this."

The sentence "If you are not smart, what else do you have?"

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Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Eighteen: Tequila under the stars

Today, you all met in the amphitheater. Chris and Chef were dressed in pirate costumes and Duncan’s first reaction was to immediately turn around and say the following. “Alrighty princess, we’ve had our fun now let’s pack our bags and head on home.” but you quickly pulled him down on a seat next to DJ.

“Have we got an adventure in store for thee.” Chris smiled in a corny pirate accent and you were this close to turning around with Duncan. “What’s under the sheet?” Geoff asked the very, very strange man.

“All in good time, laddie.” Chris said in a very cheerful tone. “On a scale from one to ten how mad would you be if I punched him?” Duncan whispered.

“Depends how hard.” You whispered, shrugging. “Good enough for me.” Duncan smirked and was about to stand before Chris spoke again.

“Who here has a hankering for a good ole treasure hunt? Now this one has got a twist, mateys. For what you're looking for isn’t treasure and isn’t hidden.” you slapped yourself in the face at the pure stupidity of the words leaving the man’s face.

“If there’s no treasure, what’s with the eyepatch and the plastic bird?” Duncan asked the clearly insane man.

“Arr shiver me timbers, Good question me boy. You're looking for keys to a treasure chest.” Chris said as he held up shiny keys and Chef unveiled even shinier chests.

You see, the interesting thing about kleptomania is that a lot of the time it’s dormant since the world is such a gray place.

But the second, the second you see a shiny thing your mind is SCREAMING at you ‘mine, mine, all mine’. You were like a prettier gollum. Duncan looked next to him and saw that gleam in your eye. The hunger that drove you crazy that he found so attractive holy SHI-

You all lined up on the amphitheater stage as Chris explained the challenge. Your hidden keys would be on the cards he gave you. Duncan had a ring of fire, and you had a picture of an extremely tall tree. This was going to be easy.

Chris yelled at you to disperse and Duncan dragged you to his place first. A large ring of fire had a key dangling in the middle.

“Call it out?” He asked and you smiled as he started ten feet away from the ring to be exact. You started clapping your hands “Okay, five, six, seven, eight, now run, jump, tuck.” In that order Duncan flipped through the ring with ease.

He landed on his back for some reason though, he was panting.

You walked up with a crooked smile playing on your lips as you helped him up. “What would Coach Oscar say now?” You asked lightly, hitting him with your hips as you began your trek to the woods.

Chris monologues from nearby. “It looks like this couple's past will be more than enough to get them through this challenge.”

The camera came back on you both. “Well I think he’d probably say something like this-” Duncan lightly grabbed your hair and placed it in his lips imitating a mustache. He spoke in a gruff voice.

“Jesus, Tarun. Since when did I say you could suck that much, twenty laps, and carry that L/N girl as an extra punishment.” Before you could stop Duncan, he grabbed you and pulled you into the air carrying you bridal style.

He smiled once you glared at him. You crossed your arms as he began running. “You know I don’t think this is a punishment.” Duncan laughed his evil laugh and you punched his shoulder and that only made him laugh harder.

You arrived at the tree sooner rather than later. It was a really large tree. “You know, as someone not typically afraid of heights, this makes me afraid of heights.” You waved your hand at the tree.

“That’s fair, I’ll catch you if you fall.” Duncan offered and you rolled your eyes. The tree was so tall it’d probably take an hour just to fall all the way down.

“See you in a bit.” You smiled and he gave you a peck on the cheek before you could protest. Then you were off. You launched yourself at the tree and began jumping from branch to branch at a record pace. Chris began monologuing over your video.

“Y/N L/N, Miss Future Tarun, acrobatic extraordinaire, has she met her match this high up?”

The answer was yes, yes you had. At a certain point anyone becomes afraid of heights. But you had a mission, and when you were afraid your body went to work for you. It flipped and twisted, and jumped almost as if it was muscle memory.

You saw it, the key was swinging back and forth in the wind, the sky’s blue had faded away and it had turned a misty black. It was getting hard to breathe. But it wasn’t nighttime. It was 12:30 in the afternoon. This tree was really, really tall.

You reached the top and your hands snatched the key, it was really, really hard to breathe. You shoved the key into your pants pocket, but then you made the HUGE mistake of looking down. “Oh.” You whisper-laughed. You couldn’t even see the island anymore.

You looked back at the tree. Forcing air into your lungs because suddenly you seemingly had forgotten how too. This was NOT okay. You climbed down the tree at a record time desperate to touch the ground again.

Your body was blue from the chill of nearly being in space. Your hands had splinters all in them and you finally reached the bottom sucking in big gulps of air as Duncan wrapped his arm around you kissing your head as you tried to work through your initial panic.

It had been SO high up. There had been no one up there, it was absolutely terrifying.

Duncan was whispering a song as your body worked through the drastic change in temperature. “Three little birds sat at my window.” he forced your fingers to intertwine with him as you felt his pulse beat. “And they told me I don’t need to worry.” He kissed your hair which now smells like pine trees and sap.

You loved singing with Duncan, you forced your mouth open and the words came out albeit at a whisper.

“Summer came like cinnamon, so sweet.” He smiled, that was one way to bring you out of an anxiety attack, do something that you can latch onto, “Little girls double dutch on the concrete.” He kissed your cheek and pulled you up and into his arms hugging you tight.

The camera paused and Chris spoke to the viewers. “Do they make you feel single, they make me feel single.”

Duncan and you had gone back to the cabins to apply one of the nic patches. You sat on the steps, your key hanging on a string around your neck, as well as Duncan’s.

“Who’s your favorite singer?” You asked him and he was quiet for a moment. “Probably Elvis. I bet I can guess yours.” You smiled because he probably could.

“Is it me?” He closed his eyes unsure if he was correct. “Ding ding ding. We have a winner” you smiled and he smirked kissed your lips, and before a make out session was about to occur Leshawna appeared, whispering about Heather messing with Trent who was Gwen’s boy.

Duncan’s face turned sour and your lips set back into a snarl. You were okay when it came to HUNDREDS if not thousands of things. Crime did not bother you, drugs and alcohol did not bother you, cheating, cheating bothered you a lot.

—

Chris had you all meet at the campfire. You were about to sit down but this overwhelming stench emitted out of Geoff and you had to basically hide behind Duncan. Izzy appeared last and you laughed at the ginger.

“Honey you got a snake on your head.” You smiled at the looney girl. “I know! He’s friendly.” The snake's fangs went into the girl's head. “See? Kisses!” She then promptly passed out.

You sighed pulling the snake off the unconscious girl. You kissed her cheek and put a sweater over her body. “Yar, it’ll be time to claim your treasure.” Chris announced.

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You all went over to the chests, you were more excited than most. Duncan opened his chest revealing chips and a pack of gum. “Is this the best they can do?” He muttered to himself as you opened yours. Inside was a bottle of tequila and a neon pink blanket.

“I know what we’re doing tonight.” Duncan smirked, pointing at the tequila and blanket. “Drunk stargazing?” You questioned.

“Oh no I was thinking we’d fuck but that’s okay too. I love getting drunk.” Duncan had absolutely no filter. You turned about fifty shades of red and punched his side.

He smiled sideways hugging you and kissed the top of your head.

—

You stared at the camera with a wild look in your eyes. You crossed your legs and snarled. “Cheating in juvie gets you killed, it’s got the same repercussions as snitches. Be happy it’s not juvie, Trent.” You hissed.

—

That night at the campfire it went very quick. Chris threw an extra marshmallow in your mouth which was seemingly becoming a regular thing. But in the end Trent got out. He was so confused.

“I thought I was making friends with everyone here. I even told Duncan that he should shoot his shot with Y/N.” At that you had to smile. In the end you were still the one to kiss first.

But it turns out that Heather had played you all. She made Leshawns think that Trent was a two-timer and the girl jumped the gun getting everyone to vote Trent out. You rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly. “Oh we’re terrible people.” Duncan muttered to himself. You nodded numbly.

A little piece of your heart broke when you saw Gwen waved goodbye to Trent tears in her eyes. “We truly will have a special place in hell.” You muttered putting a head on his shoulder. He chuckled sadly.

You had set out the blanket on top of the roof of the cafeteria, and Duncan had followed you up there, he grabbed the bottle of tequila and quickly took a swig. You laughed nervously. “Is there a special occasion?” You asked. He smiled. “Just needed some liquid courage.” His lips were attached to yours in an instant, and you both rolled around on the blanket laughing in between kisses.

“The next few days are gonna be really hard.” You whispered your head on his chest as you looked at the stars. Tomorrow was the anniversary of his father, two days after that was your moms.

“Darling, look at me-” He tilted your chin to stare at him. “I could be having the worst day of my life, but if I see you, suddenly everything is better, so I’m not worried.” He kissed your lips as you took another swig of alcohol.

“Come on, bunny, haven’t you realized I am the happiest I have ever been when you're with me.” you laughed at that, “You do realize we’re never apart, the longest we’ve ever been without seeing each other is three days.” You pointed out. “Which is why I’m a joy to be around.” He said cheekily and you smiled leaning over his body to kiss him again.

“I am jealous of the people who get to see you every day, baby you know that?” he whispered in between your kisses. You smiled without replying.

—

“Do you remember the first time when we got in trouble with my dad? The way he talked?” Duncan questioned playing with your hair. You nodded against his chest staring at the stars once more, loving how shiny they were.

Duncan’s father screamed and screamed at you, for hours on end, you and Duncan had been returned to the Tarun household by two police officers that he worked with. Duncan had, of course, been loud, and wild against his father’s control, but you had stayed silent the entire time.

Milo bent on his knees to get in your face, “Do not pretend that you are some, meek, pathetic little girl, when I can see your vicious mind working behind those eyes of yours. Speak out for once in your life, Y/N.” He hissed.

“Your dad may have been the legit devil, but he saw people for what they were.” You whispered. After a few chugs of tequila Duncan always got lost in his memories, and the way he spoke usually got you lost as well. “How about right after your mom died, the way you didn’t really understand what was happening?”

You were four and were staring at the casket in front of you. Duncan’s father had bent down twenty minutes ago and said that your mom was gone, forever, were his words. But you were only four, how were you supposed to know how long forever is? Suddenly your best friend who had black hair cartwheeled over to you.

“How long is forever?” You asked him. He was five, he knew a lot. “Well sometimes it’s just one second.” He sat on his butt next to you, his legs dangling into the pit where the casket sat.

“Your mama might be gone till we are, or she might be fine in a second. We don’t know until it happens. But, you and I? We’ll be best friends till we’re gone. I know it.” He hugged your shoulders and you smiled.

Duncan laughed, “You know, I stole that line out of an Alice and Wonderland play.” You giggled, you already knew. “Duncan, sweetheart I know.” You smiled and touched his face. Duncan stared at you and spoke again. “I’m obsessed with your face, your mind, your heart, your body.” He whispered and your lips sought him again.

“You have me, until every last star in the galaxy has burned out. I will love you Y/N.” He whispered and you smiled. This boy was gonna make you wreck your reputation in ways you never even thought imaginable.

—-

Bonus: TDI Groupchat from your POV

Groupchat: Island Idiots

Me: There are seven chairs and ten kids. What do you do?

Tiger 💚: Have everyone stand.

DJ 🐰: Bring three more chairs!

Gwenny ♥: The most important ones can sit down.

Izzy 🧡: Kill three.

Tiger 💚: CAN I CHANGE MY ANSWER??

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Groupchat: Island Idiots

Izzy 🧡: What are they doing?

Bridge 🌊💙: Morse code.

Me: YOU TAKE THAT BACK DUNCAN.

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Groupchat: Island Idiots

Tiger 💚: We need to distract these guys- i wanna go back to the cabin

Me: Leave it to me

Me: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss.

Izzy 🧡: YEP I AGREE

She-devil 👺: wtf no they aren’t?? Its a horse??

Lindsay ☺️♥️: wait whats a centaur?

boy blondie 🏄‍♀️: Oh this. I don’t like this. I don't like this at all.

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Groupchat: Island Idiots

Me: I CAN'T DO IT!

Tiger 💚: I CAN'T EITHER!

Me: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE

DJ 🐰: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US.

Me:

Me: I appreciate it,

Me: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH-

Gwenny ♥: Y/N, heather is opening her phone-

Me: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE!

Lindsay ☺️♥️: Y/N please stop she’s opening the gc

Me: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT.

Me: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?'

Me: NOT FUCKING HEATHER

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Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Seventeen: The price is never right.

You were doing target practice. If the target was Heather? Oh well. Your arrow was launched on your bow and you were aiming at a fly on Heather’s nose from twenty feet.

Suddenly you heard the sound of the boat docking and music and everything was forgotten, you dropped the equipment and you stood watching as the green-haired devil in black strode down the boardwalk with a smile on his face and a patch on his arm.

There was no wifi at camp over the weekend. You hadn’t seen your boyfriend in two days which was something you simply had never done before in your life. The fruit that had been forbidden all of your life was back.

Duncan’s shiny hair, his crooked smile, and his almost never-ending energy was like food and water for you, but you were Tantalus, for so long Duncan hanged out of reach, he was the boy you had crushed on since crushing was a thing, but he was yours, all yours now.

The boy you had loved since you were both born in the same hospital.

The boy you had loved since his mother fed you after your mothers death.

The boy you had adored since the love letter he had given to you at fourteen.

The girl he had loved since his first memories was your mama showing his mom the new baby.

The girl he had loved since he was ten and you were nine and he gave you dancing lessons.

The girl he had adored since you gave up everything to protect him.

He bolted off that boardwalk before Trent could stop him. You reached him first, you leapt into his arms and you never wanted to leave them.

It was like being home for the first time ever. He felt your legs wrap around him and he breathed in your smell, your hair smelled like sea salt and roses, your clothes smelled like grass and sweat, your body smelled like home to Duncan.

—

Bridgette stared at the camera with what viewers described as a fond smile. “Those two have loved each other longer than I think even they know.” She laughed. “They hold each other like if they let go the other would fall.” Bridgette ran a hand down her face.

“Duncan told me once, he was drunk out of his mind but he said ‘Why wouldn’t I love my best friend? All I think about is her, when I’m not with her all I wish was that I was with her, she is the other piece of my soul that I never thought someone like me could have filled. Bridge, I am a broken man and that woman, she puts me back together with each kiss, you ever met a devil, Bridge?’ and I laughed and told him no. ‘I have, she’s got the prettiest face, and she makes you do things no man ever should, I would give it all up, all my money, all my life, if it made her smile’ and oh my God the way he smiled, I want someone to smile at me like the way Duncan smiles at Y/N.” Bridgette laughed so hard.

—

The intercom came to life and Chris’s voice rang out. “Starting right now all teams are dissolved, which means it's every camper for themselves.” You smiled your lips in Duncan’s hair.

“Alliance?” He said his lips attached to your neck before you could even speak. “Obviously.” You kissed his hair and he moaned into your arms.

“I’d give it all up for you sweetheart.” He whispered and you smiled.

“Also, back by popular audience demand, Eva.” Duncan tensed as he saw the woman on her boat in the distance.

“Easy, tiger.” You put a hand on his shoulder as you made him set you down. Eva stepped off her boat and suddenly you heard the speaker crackle again. “Also Izzy’s back.” that you brightened. She was a little crazy. But why should you ever shy away from a little fun?

As all the girls met back up in the cabin, Gwen and you were laying in the same bed as she tried to think of what the challenge could be. But when she looked at your eyes, what reflected back at her was a pure and utter desperation to be with someone.

Gwen was mildly confused, last week you and Duncan had been happy and alright, this week you both are like magnets. She saw on the calendar by your bed there was a date x’ed out.

She was very curious about what the date represented.

In five days it will be the day your mother died. In three days it will be the day Duncan’s father died. You had been in juvie for three years for what you had done. You had gotten out on the factor that it was in ‘self-defense’. Only that the self you were defending was your best friend who had been beaten within an inch of his life.

You smiled everytime you clicked that bullet into place and shot the devil dead. But you mourned the monster still. A parent dying, etches scars into your heart, no matter how evil they were.

Duncan always told you he was fine, but there were times when he stared at pictures of his father for too long, you realized he was very far from ‘fine’.

Leshawna and Eva argued and when you heard Eva make a comment on the girl's weight is when you decided to step in. You jumped off the bed separating the two. Eva pushed you and in a second she was shoved against a wall with a knife embedding itself centimeters away from her head.

“Chill.” You warned her. “Whatever,” She spit in your face and you growled as she stalked off. “I’m still going to win.”

It was a trivia game, and it was like the ‘Price is Right’ but there were no prizes. Duncan sat above you and his hand was entangled in your ponytail. When Duncan had emotions he didn’t know what to do with he couldn’t take his hands off you.

Age six

“My daddy is having me sing at his poker night in four days. It’s really scary, bunny. His friends make me nervous.” Duncan had his head in your lap as he held onto your hand as if for dear life.

Age nine

Duncan had his battered, and bruised body wrapped around you. You had given up on trying to put him in a bed, he had fallen asleep with your limbs entangled. In five days his mom was leaving for a work trip and his father would be watching him, all alone.

Age thirteen (The night)

Duncan dragged his body which had been bruised in a way it never had been before, over to your house, he army crawled across the street, and knocked on your door with whatever strength was left. You opened the door and a shriek left your mouth unwillingly.

You were on your knees in an instant. But you didn’t touch him. He touched you as if your touch healed every broken bone.

Your flashback made you miss Chris explaining the game. All you had heard was ‘Say Uncle.’ and then the competition began. Duncan tapped your head in morse code quickly explaining everything that was going on.

Duncan was first up. He was playing goalie against a bunch of snapping turtles. Soooo fun. You loved snapping turtles. Reminds you of your first trip to the beach.

Duncan got through the first round but came back up to his chair limping. You gave him a worried glance but your attention was quickly rerouted when Chris called you up next. The large spinning wheel of death had chosen your torture to be…

You had gotten the ice cream one.

Chris had you lay on your back and lift up your shirt just enough for it to be bare. Before the camera showed you Chris advised the audience.

“Just to be forewarned you're about to see her back so if you have children I suggest you tell them to look away.” and the camera pointed down. Your back was covered in old burns that never healed, self-inflicted cuts, and a few love bites from a few overexcited past lovers.

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This challenge seemed to be solely made to make your body hurt. Chris set ice cream cones deep into your burns, but not the ice cream part, the cone part. The cones broke inside your skin as Chris made his tower of ice cream on your body.

You didn’t say uncle, the only part where you thought you were about to scream uncle was when Chris pushed one of the cones as deep as he could go into your flesh.

But then the buzzer rang and Chef Hatchet removed the cones from your body, you pulled down your shirt even though Chris complained. “What if I want to see you all beautiful, babe?” He called out and you flipped him off with a wide smile.

You sat back down but holy hell did it hurt to lean back.

The challenges seemed to fly by, one by one your teammates began dropping out. You dropped out at the bees, Duncan dropped out when it came to the ice cream, he simply refused because your back was nothing compared to his.

A lot of horrible crap happened in the Tarun household.

He didn’t even tell you half of it.

Leshawna won, which to be frank you weren’t exactly surprised about. There was not a day where you didn’t go with at least one mention of ‘If I hear that white-girl snore one more time in my face I will lose my absolute mind’ and by white-girl she of course means… Heather.

That night at the campfire Duncan was asleep, the nic patches always made him tired and after the day you both had, it was crazy that not everyone else had passed out.

You had been sitting on the ground, the first one to arrive at the campfire when he had stumbled in, fell to the floor, wrapped his arms around you, sleepily kissed your neck and passed out. Frankly, it was amazing.

“We’re out of marshmallows.” Chris started the meeting off and you covered Duncan’s ears expecting Owen’s scream. Which happened, extremely loud.

Chris aired out your confessional videos and you paled as you came on. “I am all for anger, and I am all for lunatics. But if Eva spits in my face again I will be hiding a body. I vote for Eva.” You glared at the TV screen and Eva glared at you.

She was voted off by literally everybody.

“Y/N? Can you escort her out?” Chris asked a pleading lip out. You rolled your eyes knowing that you had no choice, Duncan and you were that man’s servants.

You kissed Duncan’s cheek and laid his body fully on the ground as you stepped up and leveled a look at Eva who growled. You smiled and suddenly you were on top of her, tying a rope around her hands and feet and carrying her onto the boat.

“You know in another lifetime we would’ve dated.” She muttered as you put her on the boat. “Oh for sure, would not be surprised if we had gotten married.” She shrugged and you waved goodbye as the boat launched off the dock everyone else gathered around you.

“So party at Leshawna’s new crib?” Izzy announced cutting off whatever Eva was trying to yell. She was too far away for you to even see her.

“Of course!” You all yelled happily.

You all ran over to Leshawna’s new trailer and now even Duncan had a pep in his step, if there was one thing you both knew how to do by heart it was too party.

“Yo, get your boyfriend to sing.” DJ whispered. The party was lame. It was just a bunch of food, not even a TV. “Oi, Leshawna, you got a speaker and a mic?” You yelled from your spot on the couch seeing as she was behind you. “I got a speaker.” Lindsay offered. “I got a mic.” Trent continued and you all smiled.

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Gwen had set up strobe lights, Owen arrived late but came bearing alcohol. Duncan sat up at the front of the trailer and his voice rang as clear as a bell.

“Well you may go to college, you may go to school.” Duncan was alike to Elvis Presley in ways you adored. He had this energy as he sang, his entire body moved.

“Just so you know, you are totally dating the reincarnation of Elvis Presley.” Gwen smiled knocking shoulders with you.

“Mm, yeah I know I’m super lucky.” You smirked.

“You may drive a pink Cadillac but don’t you be nobody’s fool.” Duncan’s legs even did a little wiggle. “How does he do that?” Bridgette asked you. The party had moved outside. DJ had brought a picnic table out as a stage for Duncan.

“His dad wanted him to be prepared for every imaginable instance in his life.” You muttered staring at the boy who held your heart.

“That includes the possibility of becoming a singer.” You smirked, taking a sip of whiskey out of your cup.

In a blink of an eye Duncan was on his knees in front of you still singing.

“Come back baby, I wanna play house with you.” He begged and you smiled as you stepped on the picnic table, him following you. Gwen cheered and you smiled. Heather and Lindsay were both drunk and were sitting together, their noses almost touching with how close they were.

Leshawna and Owen were dancing and laughing their asses off. DJ and Trent were passed out on the cold ground. Gwen and Bridgette cheered you on while taking large sips of tequila.

“Come back to me, little girl, so we can play some house.” Duncan jumped into the air landing on his knees as he almost begged you for something as he sang.

“Well this is one thing baby, that I want you to know.” You sang causing Duncan to rise. He twirled you around his voice booming on the mic. “Come back baby, I wanna play house with you.” Duncan’s lips smashed onto yours.

To this day he says that your lips tasted like vanilla ice cream, and all he wanted was seconds.

His lips tasted like whiskey and lucky for him you were an alcoholic.

“Come back baby, I wanna play house with you.” You sang against his lips and Gwen and DJ cheered. Duncan was messy, chaotic and he sure as hell wasn’t safe. Being in love with him meant surely being in love with death.

But you wouldn’t trade it.

Because you thrive in the darkest days.

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Bonus: Texts in the TDI GC, Duncan’s POV (He chooses the names on his phone)

Group chat: Island Idiots

The devil 🙆🏻‍♀️: Thanks for opening my message and not responding.

Bridge 🍃🏄‍♀️: All good bro, any time.

The devil 🙆🏻‍♀️: Fuck you.

My girl <3: Well Heather woke up very salty.

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Group chat: Island Idiots

My girl <3 : Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?

Ow-Man 🍔: >:O language

Bridge 🍃: Yeah watch your fucking language

Me: OKAY WHO TAUGHT BRIDGE 🍃 THE FUCK WORD?

Goth-chic ☀ : 'The fuck word'.

The devil 🙆🏻‍♀️ : Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time

Bridge 🍃: Oh my god she censored it

Goth-chic ☀ : Say fuck, bitch .

Bridge 🍃: Do it, Heather . Say fuck.

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Group chat: Island Idiots

My girl <3 : Croissants: dropped

Crazy Girl 🍊: Road: works ahead

Bridge 🍃: BBQ sauce: on my titties

Me: Shavacado: fre

Geoff 🌊: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead

DJ 🐰: DJ 🐰: I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.

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Group chat: Island Idiots

Lindsay 👠: I’ve never smoked marijuana. I ate a brownie once at a party. It was intense. It was kind of indescribable. I felt like I was floating. Turns out there was no pot in the brownie. It was just an insanely good brownie! :)

My girl <3: give me an hour

Bridge 🍃: DO NOT GIVE HER WEED

Me: damn

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Group chat: Island Idiots

Leshawna 💅: What state do you live in, duncan + y/n

Me: I live in a state of constant anxiety.

My girl <3: he’s lying.

My girl <3: …. I do not remember what state we live in. we were in juvie and out sentence was four years- holy fuck what state did we get arrested in.

Me: oh my god.

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