You Got All My Love - Duke Crocker Imagine (Haven)
Title: You Got All My Love
Pairing: Duke Crocker X Reader
Based On: All My Love
Word Count: 1,228 words
Warning(s): troubles, anxiety
Summary: Duke never expected to grow as close to someone as he was with (Y/n). The two of them were partners-in-crime, described as trouble by most people around them. Not that either of them had the energy to care. A story in three parts.
Author's Note: Shit. When was the last time I wrote about Duke?
STICK SEASON - NOAH KAHAN WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST
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Part One: The Troubles
I was eight at the time.
Eight.
What was meant to be a wonderful part of my childhood was anything but.
I was part of the 1983 plague of troubles.
My first memory of that phase of my life was at school. There were these kids who had decided that following me around and taunting me was the most exciting part of their day.
I did everything I could. I ignored them, I avoided them, I told the teachers. Nothing ever worked. Everyone was willing to look the other way for some reason. I had long since accepted that I would never find an answer that made me happy.
One day, I was just so angry and overwhelmed.
I couldn't fight, so I tried to run from them. I hit some patch of grass nearby and found myself on the ground. I curled in on myself, preparing for the worst.
Nothing happened.
It took a minute for me to lift my head.
My classmates were all around me. All of their eyes were wide, and they all were surrounding this perimeter around me.
I looked down at the grass. It was all dried. Dead. In a perfect circle around me.
I looked out at the group for help or answers. Anything really.
Even my teacher didn't help me. She just shooed the kids away and maintained a distance from me, telling me to stay exactly where I was.
I felt like I was there forever.
And then, one of the kids got out of the crowd. He ignored our teacher yelling for him to come back.
He stopped in front of me and held out his hand. I didn't move. I was scared that something would happen if I did.
He accepted that.
He sat down next to me on the grass and refused to move. He smiled as he introduced himself as Duke. I was trying to wipe away my tears as I told him my name.
Duke sat next to me while everyone else was staring at me and the teacher was calling my parents. He walked with me when my parents showed up and collected my stuff for me.
I remember my dad smiling at him, thanking him.
I remember waving at Duke as I left.
I was too young to think of what the future was going to hold for Duke and me.
Part Two: Partners in Crime
I wish I could say that I was confused when I heard something bounce off my window.
In all honesty, I would've been more worried if I didn't hear anything against the window.
I pulled open my blinds and smiled down at Duke, who waved up at me. I waved back before pulling on my shoes and jacket before climbing out to meet him.
We were stupid teenagers. This was what we were meant to do.
After that day in the playground, Duke and I became inseparable. Most people came to associate us with each other. Where one went, the other was probably following.
"Hey," Duke said just as I jumped forward to hug him. "Alright, knock me over, it's fine."
"Don't be a dick," I scoffed as I stepped back. "What's the plan tonight?"
"No idea," he shrugged before holding out a hand. "Come on."
I grinned, grabbing his hand and letting him drag me along with him.
I would've given anything to always feel the way I did around Duke. Safe and comfortable. I was able to completely be myself without any risk of judgment or fear of rejection.
That night, we ended up at the end of the dock. Both of us were lying on our backs, mumbling back and forth to each other about anything we could think of. We may have been lying on our backs, but we were looking at each other.
I was in the middle of rambling about something that had happened at school that day.
I was confused when Duke sat up suddenly. "You alright?"
"Yeah," he muttered, not looking at me. "My back just hurts."
"Getting old on me, Crocker?"
"Shut up," he chuckled.
I pushed myself up as I grinned at him.
He looked over at me again. I just smiled a bit wider, silently inviting him to talk.
I couldn't pinpoint the exact moment that something had changed. I just knew that it had. Something in his eyes looked different. Or the air around us had distinctly shifted. I wasn't sure of the source; I was just aware of it.
When Duke pressed his lips to mine, I froze.
I had wanted this to happen, yeah, but I never expected that it actually would. I thought the feelings had been completely one-sided. That he would never see me in exactly the same way that I saw him. But as I sat here, slowly kissing him back, I realized that I may have simply been blind.
He pulled back first, grinning softly at me. "I like you. A lot."
I smiled back. "I like you too, Duke. I have for a long time now."
"Are you telling me I wasted years waiting for the right moment?"
I chuckled at him. "It's okay. I wasted time too."
He tried to play it cool. Smirking and looking out at the water again.
I didn't miss the signs that he was very clearly not as cool as he seemed. His leg was shaking a bit and he kept popping his knuckles. Not to mention that he wouldn't look at me.
I bit back a smirked as I reached over and took his hand in mine before lying my head on his shoulder.
We spent most of the night like that. In silence.
And I wouldn't have changed a second of it.
Part Three: Checkpoints
I always knew that I would find my way back to Haven.
It was all a matter of time.
I'd like to think that Duke knew that too. That's why he wasn't angry when he saw me. He just pulled me into a hug like not a day had passed since we had last seen each other.
We spent days together when I got back.
Like nothing had happened.
It was nice. I had missed it.
We were up late one night. We were sitting on my little couch in the little place I was renting in town. Not many options in a place like Haven, but I made do.
"Can I ask you something," Duke spoke up during a dip in the conversation.
"Sure," I nodded. "What's up?"
"Where... Where are we," he asked. I tilted my head. "We were a couple when you left. We never really had a break-up... we seem to be okay now."
"I... I hadn't really thought about it," I shrugged. "I assumed you didn't want to go down that road after so long."
He shook his head. "I was trying to respect you. But I... I still have feelings for you, (Y/n). Couldn't quite shake them."
I smiled at him. There was a moment before I could speak up, "I couldn't either."
There was a pause.
"Well," he said, "would you like to go to dinner sometime?"
Can you do a Duke Crocker imagine, where you're Nathan's twin and you can't feel anything either? Like you've always hated Duke and he jokingly pats you on the back one day and like Nathan with Audrey's touches, she can feel it and starts making any excuse to get Duke to have any contact with her(high fives, random hugs, grabbing his arm when she almost "falls" ect.) And she ends up falling in love with him despite his past with her brother🥺sorry if that's too long
(A/N): I’ve fallen in love with this idea as soon as I got it in my ask box. Thank you so much for trusting me for writing it, dear! <3 I changed your examples of contacts the reader creates to try and make it more logical, so I hope you’ll like what I’ve come up with despite that.
“Show me your teeth.”
You roll your eyes at your brother, Nathan. “I come to see you at work and that’s the first thing you say to me?”
He blinks a few times at you. “Sorry. Hi, (Y/N). Now show me your teeth.”
You reluctantly open your mouth wide, your brother taking his time to inspect each tooth that is very much still in place.
“Show me your hands.” You close your mouth and put your hands in front of you, turning them around a few times. “Now turn around.”
You give out a groan while you do as he says, already tired of these shenanigans.
“You don’t seem to be hurt anywhere. Good.” He gives you a bright smile, satisfied with his inspection. “Someone has to make sure you’re not bleeding or losing any members.”
You quirk an eyebrow at him. “And is someone making sure you’re not bleeding?” He loses his smile, already knowing what you’re gonna say. “That’s right. It goes both ways. Now show me your teeth, Nathan.”
“Don’t worry, (Y/N).” Audrey suddenly appears next to your brother, the blond putting her hand on his shoulder. “I checked him twenty minutes ago. He seems good.”
You notice him slightly tensing up under Audrey’s touch, his lips slightly stretching out into a small smile when he turns towards her. Nathan told you about Audrey’s specialty; how he manages to feel every single bit of touch she gives him. And though you feel a bit jealous of him, you also feel extremely happy for him. You’d do anything to be able to physically feel something, anything... even the breath of the wind against your face, but you can’t.
“Hey, (Y/N) is here!” Your expression falters down as soon as you recognize Duke’s voice from behind you, already seeing his large smirk inside your mind without even looking at him. “What a surprise!”
You give your brother a glare. “I thought you said he wouldn’t be here today?”
You’ve tried to avoid seeing Duke Crocker most of your life, always feeling pure annoyance whenever he’s in the same room as you, and as of now, you’ve managed to only see him a few times since childhood. You were also sure that you wouldn’t see him today, especially since Nathan told you that he wouldn’t be here.
“I didn’t think he would be.” Your brother turns his eyes towards Audrey, squinting them when he notices a knowing grin on her lips. “But I have a little idea why...”
“Ouch.” You turn your head towards Duke just as he comes to a halt next to you. “And here I thought we could be friends. What did I do to earn such hatred?”
You give him a hard smile. “Look in the mirror and you’ll have your answer.”
He gives out a dramatic gasp at your response, your brother giving out a loud laugh. “Good one!”
“Guys!” Audrey gives you all her ‘big eyes’. “Come on, can’t you get along for once?”
“Nah, it’s okay, Audrey.” Duke gives her a wink, not at all bothered by your remarks. “(Y/N) is just teasing me. She always does. Right, (Y/N)?”
You’re about to let out another remark when he abruptly pats your back, your words dying inside your throat as soon as you realized what happened.
You felt his hands on your back.
You tilt your head at Duke with pure confusion, the man staring back at you with the exact emotion. For once, you weren’t looking at him with annoyance or hatred, and it couldn’t exactly pinpoint why you suddenly weren’t.
“Audrey.” Your brother speaks up, the police officer giving the blond a hard look. “Why is he here?”
“Didn’t I tell you?” Audrey gives him an innocent look. “He’s gonna help us with the investigation.”
“He’s gonna ‘what’?!”
Duke looks away from you to send your brother a smirk. “Audrey said I’d be ‘useful’.”
You blink a few times, suddenly remembering where you are. “I find that unlikely.”
“Yeah, well...” He looks back at you, his smile not at all flinching. “You always do.”
You give him back a hard smile, though not as hard as you usually do. The feeling of his hands on your back still lingers there and partially clouds your mind. You can’t help but wonder if you’ve imagined it. You were thinking about your brother’s situation with Audrey... maybe you were wishing for the same thing so hard that your brain gave you a small exception?
“Anyway...” Duke claps his hands together, looking back towards Nathan and Audrey. “Are we gonna go or are we just gonna stand here like idiots?”
Your brother gives him a glare. “Audrey?”
“Yeah, let’s go.” She grabs her coat from her chair, sending you a smile on your way out. “You’re welcomed to join us, (Y/N).”
“Huh?” You blink in surprise, slowly starting to follow them. “Yeah... yeah, sure.”
“(Y/N) is willing to share a car ride with me?” Duke sends you a grin. “This must be my lucky day.”
“Don’t push it.”
He just laughs at your reaction, none of you noticing Nathan and Audrey exchanging whispering words.
You give a side gland towards Duke sitting next to you, your eyes carefully watching his face as he spits out a large number of words to annoy your brother more than he usually does. Normally you would have shut him up with one of your remarks by now, but the moment from earlier still obsess you. Forget how or why it happened, you have to know if you’ve imagined his touch or not... and there’s only one way to be sure.
“Ow!” You suddenly interrupt Duke by suddenly flicking your fingers against his cheek, his head snapping towards you as he holds his face with his hand. “Why did you do that?”
You ignore him and look down at your fingers, feeling a satisfying pain rushing through them. “... I just had an urge.”
You barely hear your brother laugh as Duke pouts about the pain you put him through, a small smile appearing on your lips as you realize that this is real. You can feel Duke’s touch. Would you have preferred someone else? Absolutely. Anyone but Duke would have been more than welcomed. But are you going to ignore this opportunity life is giving you? Hell no.
You’re gonna have fun with this.
“Oh, stop crying.” You poke his cheek just where you flicked your fingers earlier, a large grin forming on your lips when you feel his skin against yours. “I didn’t take you for a baby, Crocker.”
“What-stop poking me!” He pushes your hand away, a frown on his face as he hears Nathan chuckle in the front. “You’re lucky you can’t feel anything-”
He gets interrupted by your hands suddenly squishing his face away, confusing spreading on his features.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Trying to shut you up.” You let go of his face, realizing that you might be going a bit too far. “But it’s not working.”
“Guys.” Audrey interrupts your conversation, Nathan still chuckling as he stops the car. “We’re here.”
It’s been more than a few minutes since you’ve arrived at the crime scene, Nathan and Audrey now currently questioning the witnesses. Why were you and Duke even around in the first place? You have no idea. But as the two of you wait around for them to finish, you decide to test your theory a little more.
“Ow!” Duke takes a step away from you as soon as he feels your shoe kicking his leg, his eyes squinting at you. “Okay, what is your problem?”
You lose your grin as soon as he says that. “It’s not obvious? You’re my problem.”
“Yeah, yeah... you hate me, I know. But you’ve never kicked me. Or poked me. Or squished my face.” He points at you, suspicion all over his features. “So what’s the sudden change, huh?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
You almost want to curse yourself at how fast you said those words, already knowing that he’s not going to believe that. You almost want to cringe when you see his lips stretch out into a large grin, already dreading the worst.
“Don’t tell me...” His smile gets wider, his excitement suddenly rising. “You actually like me!”
“What-no!” You frown, already shaking your head at him in disgust. “Ew! Never!”
“Aw, don’t deny it.” He approaches his face to yours, his annoying ‘charm’ turning on. “I knew you’d like me eventually. Everyone does-”
You shove his face away with your hands, muffling his words by doing so. “I will never ever like you.”
You truly believe those words, trying your best to ignore the tingling going through your skin after you touched his face. This is not going to change how you feel about Duke. You’ll make sure of it.
But Duke seems to be sure of something else, as he starts to laugh while he gently puts your hands away from his face.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Wuornos.” He gives you a knowing smile. “But I know the truth.”
You realize that you’ve let him hold onto your hands, your mind to enraptured by the feeling of it to let you do anything about it until now. You suddenly pull them back towards you, sending him a glare.
“In your dreams, Duke.”
“Already happened.”
You give out a gagging sound while you walk away from him, his laugh resonating in your ears. You were hoping there wasn’t a blush creeping up on your cheeks, having never been able to feel the heat of it. What you could feel was your heartbeat getting incredibly louder inside your chest, your mind already screaming at it to stop.
This is one of the many reasons why you try so hard to avoid Duke. You try your best to hate him, to despise him... and you do... until you get to spend time with him, and then you have to beat yourself up to hate him again. You don’t want to like him, not after what happened between him and your brother all those years ago... and you’re not gonna let his stupid feeling exception put all of your past efforts to crumble.
You give out a scream when you hear Duke suddenly whisper that word in your ears, already pushing him away from you. “What the hell?!”
“Aw, did I scare you?” He gives you a grin. “Sorry... not sorry!”
You glare at him, feeling your hands starting to tingle from having just pushed him. It’s been a week since you’ve felt anything, having realized that it wasn’t worth risking your brother’s trust. So you’ve started to avoid the crooked criminal again, and it worked. Until now.
Gosh, why did you have to go on a walk today?
“What do you want?”
“To bother you. I think it’s a good payback from last time.” He shrugs, his words already making you groan in annoyance as you start walking away. “I also wanted to see how you were doing. You know? With the whole ‘liking me’ thing?”
“I don’t like you.”
“Hm. Right.” He snaps his fingers before he points at you. “You love me.”
You suddenly stop in your tracks, sending him a glare. “I do not love you!”
He just gives you a large grin as an answer, as if he knew something you didn’t, which only seems to make you angrier.
“What?”
“You’re pretty when you’re mad-ow!” He rubs his arms after you hit it, his grin coming back soon after. “See? You like me!”
You shake your head at him. “How is me hitting you proof that I like you?”
“I don’t know... maybe the fact that you’re blushing?” Your eyes open wide, your hands immediately going to your cheeks to try and feel the heat: but as usual, nothing. “If you don’t believe me, I can fetch a mirror for you.”
“I’m not blushing.” You walk away from him, deciding to just deny everything. “You’re lying.”
“But I’m not!” He follows you close behind, forcing you to stop walking when he suddenly jumps in front of you. “Come on... why are you denying it?”
You glare at him once more. “I don’t need to deny things that don't exist.”
“Is liking me that much of a bad thing?” His question takes you by surprise, and you can almost sense a glint of pain in his eyes. “You don’t have to hate me just cause your brother does, you know?”
“Are you not hearing me when I talk?” You poke his shoulder with your finger, slightly pushing him away. “I. Don’t. Like. You.”
“But I like you.”
You stare at him in shock, your words choking in your throat. “... what?”
“I said I like you.” He puts his hands in his jeans’ pockets, seeming a little less confident than before. “I always have, and I know you like me... so why won’t you just give me a chance?”
“I...” You give out a sigh, rubbing your face with your hands. “Why do you keep saying that I like you?”
He lightly chuckles. “Why did you suddenly start touching me so much?”
“Because...” You hesitate for a second, then give out another sigh. “Cause I can feel you, okay?”
He stares at you for a second, confusion in his eyes. “Huh?”
“When you pat my back the other day.” You cross your arms over your chest, a sense of embarrassment going through you. “I felt that, but I wasn’t sure it was real... so that’s why I kept hitting you and all.”
“... you can feel me?”
“Yeah.” You notice the glint of an idea going through his eyes, frowning. “What are you thinking, Crocker?”
“So if I do this...” Your eyes widen when he suddenly takes your hand in his, his lips stretching out into a grin. “... you can feel that?”
You feel a shot of electricity running through your arm, watching his fingers intertwine with yours. “... what are you doing?”
“What if I do this....” You shut your eyes close when you suddenly feel his other hand against your cheek, his fingers gently pushing a strand of hair away from your face. “... can you also feel that?”
You feel the warmth of his skin against yours, a shudder running down your spine for the first time in your entire life. You open your eyes again, now seeing him getting dangerously closer. “Duke... seriously...”
“What about this?”
You’ve never been able to feel what a kiss feels like before that moment, your mind screaming the moment you felt his lips on yours. Every little movement he made, every touch of his fingers against your skin felt like little explosions that had dangerous consequences for your heart. You couldn’t think anymore, all you could do was feel, and when he parts away a few seconds later, you can barely hear him talk.
“Did you feel that?”
“I...” A stutter threatens to come out, your free hand slowly raising so you can point at him. “... I hate you...”
He gives out a grin at your answer, noticing the tremble in your voice. “Really? I beg to differ-ow!” He gives out a laugh when he realizes that you’ve hit his shoulder yet again. “Well, I guess you definitely felt that.”
You try to wipe his touch away from your lips, without any use. “Don’t do that again.”
“Alright, I’ll do that again.” He gives out a larger grin. “As many times as you want.”
“You know that’s not what I said!” You realize that you’re still holding his hand, and so you try to free yourself, but without any success. “Duke, let go of my hand.”
“Nope.”
“Let go of my hand!”
“Not until you agree that you like me.” You give out a groan, which only seems to make his grin wider. “I’m waiting...”
“Fine!” You shake your head before you glare at him. “I like you. Satisfied?”
“Very.” He lets go of your hand, a sense of disappointment washing over you when he does. “Now... are you free tonight?”
You squint your eyes at him. “... why?”
“So I can take you on a proper date.”
You stare at him for a few seconds, then give out a sigh. “... you’re not gonna take ‘no’ as an answer, are you?”
His lips stretch out. “Does that mean you’re saying ‘yes’?”
You hated him. You’ve always hated him, just like your brother did. You swore this newfound discovery wouldn’t change anything... but gosh, it did. And there’s nothing you can do about it.
“Yeah.” You give out a sigh. “Yeah... I guess I can go on a date with you.”
“Yes!”
You can’t help but chuckle when you see him throw his fist up in the air in victory.
And you know, maybe... just maybe... this little exception is a hint that this is destiny.
Duke returns after 6 months of being gone after he jumped into the barn, and you’re there to make sure he’s back.
A/N: Set at the beginning of S4:))
Y/N = Your Name
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6 months.
It had been 6 months since you’d last seen him, and the whole time you’d wondered to yourself how he’d just disappeared after going into that barn. Neither him nor Audrey were anywhere to be seen. How could he just leave like that? So quickly. You vowed to yourself that you’d tell him how you feel if you ever saw him again. About how you loved his snarky jokes, his messy hair, his ability to make you feel safe when death was certain. You needed to tell him because you’d never realised how much you wanted it. Even if he didn’t like you like that, it was always worth a shot. But now? You didn’t know whether your shot had disappeared for good.
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6 months ago
Arla and Duke stood outside the barn; You, Nathan and Audrey still inside. Duke’s gun pointed in Arla’s direction as he attempted to keep her from going inside. Arla kept seeing Duke glance backwards at the barn’s door, his face a mixture of worry and desperation.
“You love her, don’t you?” Arla cocked her head to one side with a smirk. She saw Duke’s face remain stoic, and she furrowed her brow. He didn’t love Audrey like everyone thought he did.
“Oh. You like the other one? Huh. Who would’ve guessed? The one everyone forgets. The one no one really seems to noti-”
“You shut up.” Duke points the gun at her and moves closer. “You don’t get to say anything about her. You don’t know her. You don’t even get to say her name.”
“Y/N.” Arla drags out, smiling at him. Duke moves closer, putting the gun by his side. He goes to say something when the sound of the footsteps of The Guard distract him.
…
“Duke! Go get her.” Nathan shouts as the barn begins to disappear. Duke looks between you, Nathan, and the barn. He gives you one last look before diving into the blue smoke of the barn. It expands and then completely disappears. You run to the spot where he was, in shock as to where he went. The smoke just sucked him in and took him away, completely disappeared.
“Duke? Duke? Duke!” You shout, putting a hand to your face as tears began to roll down your cheeks. You feel Nathan’s arms around you. A feeling of resent washes over you. Nathan’s command echoes in your head - “Duke! Go get her.” He’s the reason Duke is gone. He’s the reason you might never see him again.
“Get off me.” You push Nathan’s arms off you roughly, stalking away from him. You turn your back away, trying to think of a way to get him back.
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Present
You get into the car with Dwight, nerves making your hands shake so much you can barely close the door. The call you’d gotten 2 minutes ago about Nathan Wuornos, Duke Crocker and an unknown women driving around the streets of Haven couldn’t be true. Nathan knew better than to come back to Haven. The Guard wanted his head, and they would stop at nothing to get it.
Duke.
He was gone, he had to be. He’d been gone for 6 months, without a trace. He couldn’t have gone anywhere after jumping in that barn, you’d pondered over it since he’d gone; and come to the conclusion that he had to be dead.
“Hey, you good?” Dwight asked, looking over at you and briefly resting his hand on your arm.
“Yeah...yeah. I’m fine.” You said calmly, focusing on the road ahead of you. You pulled around the corner and saw three people stood with their hands in the air. Dwight stopped the car and you shot out, coming to the front of the car.
“Duke?” You said quietly. One of the figures turned around and your knees felt weak. He was there, hands in the air, a shocked look across his face.
“Y/N?” He asked, his hands falling to his sides.
You ran to him, despite the various shouts of people telling you that all guns were currently pointed in the direction you were headed. You didn’t care. You ran until you collided with him, you arms wrapping around his neck and hands going to his hair. You put your head on his shoulder and held him close. His arms went around you completely and his face buried into your hair. You smiled and gripped him tightly once more before pulling away, and bringing a hand to his face to make sure he was real. You realised what you were doing and where you were and quickly pulled away, muttering a sorry before standing back slightly. You almost thought Duke looked a little disappointed. Dwight began talking to The Guard, removing his bullet-proofing so no one could be shot, as his trouble attracted all bullets towards him. You saw Duke let out a visible sigh of relief once all the guns were put down. You made eye contact with him, and you offered him a slight smile; which he returned. It was a small gesture that meant a lot.
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It was dark now. The day had been exhausting, both physically and mentally. You needed to go home and sleep. You followed Duke back to the bar, and he immediately went to the dock and into his boat.
“Shit.” You whispered under your breath, completely forgetting about your situation. You followed him quickly in order to explain. You care through the rusty door and saw Duke stop in the middle of the floor and look around. Your clothes were hanging over the backs of chairs and strewn across the floor. The bed was crumpled, and the side table was filled with various objects that certainly weren’t his. He turned around slowly, coming to look at you.
“Duke, I can explain-”
“You lived here?” He cut in, shocked. You even thought you could sense a hint of happiness in his tone.
“My...um...my apartment was destroyed in the meteor shower before the barn disappeared. I didn’t have any place to go, and you...you weren’t here so I thought I’d crash here.” You paused for a moment. “I’m so sorry Duke. I didn’t have anywhere else to go and I promise that all my stuff will be gone by morning. I’m so sorry.” You begin to shuffle around, grabbing what you could see. Duke moves forward, grabbing your forearm.
“Y/N. Stop. It’s okay, I don’t mind. What else could you do? It’s fine. You can stay here as long as you want until you find a place, I’ve got a spare room.” He smiled at you, his hand still wrapped around your arm. You stayed like for a few seconds before he looked down at his hand and quickly pulled it away, clearing his throat. He moved back and looked sideways, but stopped when something caught his eye. He moved towards his bed and picked up one of his shirts that lay within the un-made bed. He turned it around in his hands for a few seconds before turning to you. You stood there, too embarrassed to move. You felt a heat rushing up your chest, around your neck and across your cheeks. You looked down at the floor, debating whether or not you should just run and never come back.
You saw Duke’s feet come in front of you and grab your hands, pulling you towards him. He lifted your head up so you would look at him.
“I missed you too.” He whispered. He leant forward and pressed his lips to yours, his hands cradling your face and pulling you closer. You ran your hands up his arms and across his shoulders, leaving them to rest there. He brought his hands down your body, pushing you down towards the bed. Momentarily, he stood above you, your bodies curving into each other perfectly. You laid backwards, Duke following you; propping himself above you with his hands. He stopped for a second and looked into your eyes. You kept eye contact as you reached up and pulled out his hair tie, letting his long hair fall down and into his face. You smiled and pushed it back, running your fingers through it. He returned the smile and bent back down to kiss you.
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You woke up the next morning to a bright light shining from the window in front you. You smiled at the water that gently lapped at the dock, and the seagulls that squwaked overhead. You stretched and turned over, turning to look at Duke who lay peacefully asleep beside you. His back was facing you, his hair messy and shoulders moving up and down gently. You put your hand out and softly traced the curve of shoulder and down his arm, and then pulled back; your fingers lightly brushing his hair as you did so. You took in a deep breath and pursed your lips into a smile.
“God, Duke Crocker. I love you.” You said so quietly, that even you could barely hear it. You stayed like that for a few moments before Duke stirred and turned around to face you.
“Morning.” You breathed, giving him a gentle smile.
“I love you too.” He said sleepily, bringing a hand up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. You inhaled sharply, your cheeks growing red.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for you to hear that.” You mumbled, putting a hand to your cheek to try cover your blush.
“Hey. Hey. Did you not hear what I said? I. Love. You.” He repeated, his hand reaching under the sheets and curling around your waist, bringing you closer. “I always have.” He says more quietly, brushing his nose against yours.
Summary: After getting injured on a case, Duke wants to make sure that (Y/n) is safe. (Y/n) is just trying to process what was so different about Duke.
Author's Note: Duke Crocker imagines are very much on the same level as Wolfblood imagines on my blog. I originally wrote them just for me and then more people liked them than I had expected. I'm pretty happy about it, though.
I didn't make this about the Rev, just a random trouble that the reader had been trying to find.
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I curled up in the corner of my couch, a blank expression on my face.
Duke was pacing back and forth, running a hand over his face. He was clearly stressed and worried, but I didn't know how to help him.
We had been hunting down a trouble. Somehow, he got a hold of me and stabbed me in the leg. I didn't feel it at the time.
Duke had found me after the fact and picked me up quickly, carrying me toward his car. I almost jumped as I felt warmth coming from Duke's hands. He gently placed me in the seat before starting the drive back to my house. Now, I was just trying to process the event.
Duke suddenly stopped and looked at me.
"Are you okay," he asked.
I shrugged, lost in thought.
"(Y/n)," he knelt in front of me and cupped the side of my face so I would look at him. I tensed as his hand touched me. Is that what it was supposed to feel like?
My name is (Y/n) Wuornos. Sibling of Nathan Wuornos. Child of Garland Wuornos. Owner of a trouble... same trouble as my brother, funny enough. I can't feel anything. Well, I usually can't feel anything.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah," I mumbled. "Just a little shaken."
"You're bleeding," he nodded down at my leg.
I looked down at my thigh. Blood had blossomed on my jeans. I couldn't feel an ounce of pain.
"Oh," I muttered. Duke brushed his hand on the cut gently, making me hiss. "Ow."
"'Ow,'" Duke asked. "Since when do you say 'ow'?"
"Don't know," I shrugged again.
"Where's your first aid kit?"
"Kitchen."
Duke stood up and walked away while I was still staring at the cut on my leg. I pushed on it a little. Nothing.
I had been harboring a crush on Duke for a while now. But it wasn't something that I thought would be possible. I never thought he'd want me. But now I was confronted with this new situation. I could feel his touch... and I was already addicted to it.
After a few minutes, Duke came back with the first aid kit and a pair of shorts from my room.
"I don't think I'll be able to bandage you up with jeans on," he tossed me the shorts. "I'll... I'll just turn around."
I chuckled at him as he turned away from me.
I changed my pants quickly before mumbling to Duke that he could turn around.
"Did they catch him," I asked as Duke opened up the first aid kit.
"Audrey got a hold of him pretty soon after he got you," he explained. I nodded.
We stayed silent as he patched up my leg.
"How's that," Duke asked, closing the first aid kit.
"Fine," I shrugged. "Not like I'd know any better."
Duke reached forward and squeezed my upper arm gently before going to put the first aid kit away.
I stood completely still, trying to savor the feeling of Duke touching my arm.
"Alright, I'll go pick up some food-"
I grabbed Duke's hand when he walked back over. He stopped speaking immediately. He furrowed his eyebrows.
"(Y/n)?"
I stepped forward and pulled his hand up, pressing his palm to my cheek. I grinned, letting out a small sigh as I relaxed.
"(Y/n)," he was quieter now, not wanting to ruin the moment.
"I can feel you," I said softly. "Truly. It's... It's so nice."
Duke's thumb made a circle on my cheek, "Are you serious?"
I nodded.
Carefully, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my forehead. I stepped closer. He pulled away and smiled, resting his forehead against mine.
"This is what it's supposed to feel like?"
"Honestly... this is a lot nicer than usual."
I chuckled.
We stood there, staring at each other before I leaned forward and pecked his lips. Just a second of pressing our lips together before I moved back again.
"I could get used to this feeling," I muttered.
"I don't think I could," Duke replied, leaning forward to kiss me again.
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Idk if requests were open but I'm in the mood to fucking cry my eyes out so what about the reader having a huge crush on Audrey from haven and she knows she'll never like her like she does based off the song she by Dodie?
(A/N): It’s my first time including a song into an imagine! I hope I did a good job and that you’ll like this <3
Am I allowed to look at her like that?
You shake your thoughts away, holding your head up with your hands as you give the blond woman a curious look.
“How do you like them?”
Audrey gives out a smile despite her mouth full of sugary cupcakes, her blue eyes shining brightly as she gives you a look. “They’re delicious. Thank you, (Y/N).”
Could it be wrong when she’s just so nice to look at?
“Of course!” Your lips stretch into a warm smile, tears threatening to fall out of your eyes. “It’s your birthday after all.”
You can feel a painful tug at your heart when she gives you a brighter smile, your fingers tingling as you watch her wipe some of the fondants off her lips. It makes you happy to see her enjoy your gift just as much as it hurts you. You spent so many hours making those cupcakes and decorating, pouring all of your love and passion for her into them.
But I’d never tell. You shake your head once more, the pain spreading inside your chest. No, I’d never say a word.
“You know, you really didn’t have to do any of this.” Audrey’s voice brings you back to reality, the simple sound of it making your heart flutter as she smiles even brighter than before. “I would have been happy with a simple ‘happy birthday.’”
And oh, it aches... but it feels oddly good to hurt.
“Don’t be so modest.” You chuckle through your pain, handing her a napkin when you notice another set of sugar on the corner of her mouth. “I wanted to show you how important you are to me.”
And she smells like lemongrass and sleep.
Heat rises up in her cheeks as she takes the napkin from you, rapidly wiping the sugar off as you smile at her.
She tastes like apple juice and peach.
“How’s Nathan doing?” You try to distract yourself from your own feelings, even if the change of subject is going to cause you more harm than good. “Did he prepare something special for tonight?”
Audrey chuckles, nervously putting a strand of her blond hair behind her ear. “I think so... he’s been pretty secretive these last few days.”
And I’ll be okay... admiring from afar.
You give out an understanding hum, each second making it hard for you to breathe. Sometimes you wondered why the universe had decided to make you fall in love with a taken woman... one that could never love you back either. Maybe you did something wrong in one of your past lives... or maybe your brain has a penchant for self-torture. Whatever it is, it is both wonderful and absolutely painful.
Cause even when she’s next to me, we could not be more far apart.
“But I’m excited.” Audrey’s eyes sparkle once more, her mouth taking another bite out of one of your cupcakes. “Though, I don’t think anything will top your cupcakes.”
But to her.... I taste of nothing at all.
You giggle, trying not to sound sad.
Nathan was lucky to have her.
“Well, I better get going.” Audrey says those words as she stands up, picking up the boxes filled with your cupcakes and giving you a smile. “Duty calls, you know. But... I’ll call you later?”
And she means everything to me.
“Sure.” You send her a wave, still fighting the tears off. “Happy birthday again.”
She gives you the warmest smile she’s ever given. “Thank you.”
She walks away without giving you a second glance, your expression faltering into a depressed one as soon as she turns her back. You hide your face behind your hands, no longer being able to hide your tears as you finally let them out. You love her. You love her so much, it hurts... to the point where you would wish someone would kill you to spare you any more of this pain.
Yes, she means everything to me.
Audrey’s smile falters down with each step she takes away from you, her blue eyes looking down at the box you gave her with a certain sadness in them. She loves these so much... she felt her heart burst with joy as soon as you give them to her. So why does it feel like her heart was ripped apart from her chest just now?
Yes, she...
She gives out a sigh, holding the box closer to her chest before she continues her walk towards her workplace, thoughts of you lingering in her head. She felt guilty for it. How could she feel this way about you when she already had someone wonderful?
... means everything to...
You’d never like her this way. She’s better off forgetting these feelings.
Request: Imagine Duke Crocker being the shy reader’s first kiss.
“So you’ve never been kissed before?”
You feel your cheeks heating up from the embarrassment of having told him this. “Yeah… I’ve never been kissed.”
“Well, I find that unlikely.” He uses his hand to hold his head up, his brown eyes observing you from his side of the table. “You’re one of the most gorgeous women I’ve ever met.”
You give out a snort, a small shy coming to your lips. “Yeah, sure. Tell that to all the women you’ve dated.”
“Gladly.” You almost choke on your own saliva, his lips stretching out when he realizes that he made you flustered. “I do have a question for you, though…”
“What…” You shake your head to clear your thoughts. “What is it?”
Your breath gets cut in your throat when he takes your hand in yours, a familiar glint appearing in his eyes. “Do you wanna have that first kiss with me?”
“I… I… well-” You hate how you can’t properly say a normal sentence right now, hating the fact that your struggles make him smile wider even more. “I mean… sure? I don’t… I’m not… against it-”
You shut up when his free hand gently cup your cheek, his thumb slowly caressing your skin as he looks into your eyes. You can feel your body trembling from the nervousness and the anticipation, his grip on your hand tightening to give you some kind of comfort. You close your eyes just as he leans in, soon feeling his lips pressing against yours in a loving way. He parts away a few moments later, your eyes not being able to open for a little while before you finally manage to flutter them open.
“Enjoyed it?”
The heat spreads down into your neck. “... I did.”
He gives out a grin. “Then how about a couple more, huh?”
A small laugh escapes your mouth just before he kisses you again, glad to have this first experience with someone you love and trust.
