Summary: Morgan and Y/N are both taken hostage and Morgan says some things he doesn’t mean, in order to appeal to the unsub
Word Count: 1.7k
Warnings: Takes place in a hostage scenario. Acts of aggression/violence, but no gore. Mention of torture and sexism.
You had just been told by Hotch that you were going to have to go in and talk to the unsub. One on one. No gun. No backup. No nothing.
The unsub’s most prominent trait was his disgust for women. This disgust fueled his crimes, and you didn’t want to think about what he could do to you.
You were still processing that you had to go in, when you heard Morgan speak up. “Hotch, come on man. You can’t send her in there. He’s vile and he hates women. Do you have any idea what could happen to her?” He asked. His tone was teetering between anger and concern.
“Y/N is a well-trained agent and she can handle herself. This is the best shot we have at catching the unsub, we have to take it” Hotch rebutted. You lightly placed your hand on Morgan’s forearm. “Hey, I’ll be okay” you told him, wishing you could believe your own words.
Hotch gave you both a glance and led the rest of the team away for a second. “I appreciate that you’re worried, but I can handle myself” you reassured him. “I know you can, I don’t doubt you for a second, babygirl. But, we’ve seen what this guy does to women. I don’t want that to happen to you” he told you, still concerned.
Despite the current pit in your stomach, you still felt touched that Morgan cared so much.
The whole team knew that you were head over heels for Morgan, and they loved to bring it up all the time. However, Morgan had never caught wind of that fact.
“It won’t happen to me. You know why? Because I know you’ll be standing right outside, listening in. I know that if anything starts to go bad, you’ll be in there in a matter of seconds” you told him, giving him a soft smile.
The whole team loaded up into the SUV’s to go to the unsub’s house, where the SWAT team was already in position. The whole team got out of the cars and you handed your bulletproof vest to Hotch. “Be careful” he whispered to you, as he took it.
“You sure about this?” Morgan asked you, for the twentieth time. “I promise, I’ll be okay” you reassured him, hoping it was true. “Reid, how long would it take for us to get in there if something goes bad?” Morgan asked, looking over toward Reid. “Probably around 6.7 seconds, since we’re right outside” he answered. You could tell he had just done some complex math in his head, but it didn’t show at all.
“6.7 seconds” Morgan said to you, you knew it was his way of trying to comfort you. “6.7 seconds” you said in agreement. Morgan pulled you in for a quick hug, before letting you go. “Good luck” Reid said to you, as you walked away from the team, towards the house.
You took a deep breath and prayed that you would make it out of this house okay. You carefully opened the door and heard the unsub yell “In here!”. You followed the voice down the hallway, into what appeared to be his bedroom.
You saw pictures of each of the victims on the wall. Also, every news article about this case was hung up on the wall. You tried not to wince when you saw the pictures of the tortured women. You saw two pictures of women that you hadn’t found yet, and you had no idea if they were still alive.
“Well well, looks like your team was stupid enough to send you in. You’ve seen what I do to women. You won’t make it out of here alive” the unsub said, trying to intimidate you. Luckily, you had immense training that taught you how to mask your fear.
“My name is Agent Y/N...” you started to say before getting interrupted. “Your name doesn’t matter. You’re just another stupid slut, you all are” he said, aggressively.
Then, there was a crashing sound in the kitchen. Both of your eyes darted toward the sound. “What was that?” He hissed. He pulled out a zip tie and tied you to the desk.
This unsub knew you guys needed him alive and that gave him a feeling of power.
He pulled out his gun and went to investigate. You heard the distinctive voice of Derek Morgan say “get your hands off of me man”. You froze, did Morgan come inside? This was going to ruin the whole plan.
“Look who we have here. Someone tried to be Prince Charming and save the day” the unsub said, throwing Morgan onto the ground next to you. The unsub turned around to close the door.
“What are you doing here?” You mouthed, facing Morgan. “Follow my lead” he mouthed, in response. The unsub turned back around to face us.
“So, you’re trying to save the princess? It’s not worth it, she’s just as worthless as the rest of them” the unsub said. “I agree with you completely man” Morgan said, which caught both you and the unsub off-guard.
“Excuse me?” The unsub asked. “They never say what they mean. They always act like they’re royalty and like they’re better than men. And they are always trying to take away our masculinity” Morgan started to ramble.
Then, you understood his plan.
“Exactly” the unsub said, probably feeling understood for the first time. “Here, cut her zip ties and use these instead” the unsub said, handing Morgan a pair of handcuffs.
He grabbed them and you leaned forward. Morgan cut your zip tie and then placed the handcuffs around your wrists. You could tell that they weren’t closed all the way.
“Do you want a piece of her?” The unsub asked Morgan. “Can I?” Morgan asked, and the unsub nodded. “Tell her how worthless she is” the unsub encouraged him.
“I’m so sick and tired of your attitude. You are always acting like such a brat. You always complain when your shoes are dirty and I’m tired of you getting promotions before me. This team would be better off without you” Morgan yelled, pretending to be really angry.
“Doesn’t that feel good to get off your chest? All those pent up emotions. Use her, she’s all yours” the unsub said, giving Morgan permission to hit you. For a split second, there was a look of fear in Morgan’s eyes. You knew that normally, Morgan would never even think of laying a hand on you.
Morgan scooted closer to you, so the unsub couldn’t see his face. “I’m sorry” he mouthed quickly. “This one’s for always acting like a prissy princess” Morgan said, and then he raised his hand and slapped my face.
You knew that Morgan obviously wasn’t hitting you as hard as he could. However, he had to make it look realistic, so it did leave behind a stinging sensation on your cheek.
“This is for always complaining about how rough you’re life is” Morgan said, raising his hand and slapping you again.
Morgan’s eyes were full of sympathy. He wanted to take you into his arms and save you. He wanted to do everything in his power to protect you. Making you feel pain made his heart break into a million pieces. But, he understood that this was part of the plan to get you safely out of this house.
“Do it again” the unsub encouraged. The man made you sick, he was a vile excuse for a man. “This is for always relying on me to save you” Morgan said, raising his hand again. This time, there was a different look in his eyes. It was like he was trying to give you a clue, you realized that something was about to happen.
Instead of bringing his hand down to hit you, Morgan swung around and knocked the gun out of the unsub’s hands. You quickly pulled your hands out of the loose handcuffs.
“Get on your knees, you sick bastard” Morgan commanded, pointing the gun at the unsub. You stood up behind Morgan.
The unsub slowly got down on his knees, and you walked behind him and put the handcuffs on him. “Would you like to do the honors?” Morgan asked you. “I would love to” you replied.
You grabbed the unsub’s arms and dragged him out to the police car and put him in the backseat. The whole team rushed over towards you.
They all asked you if you were okay. “Guys, relax, I’m fine” you said, trying to calm them. Then, you saw Morgan walking over towards your group. Without saying a word, Morgan pulled you into a tight embrace. You gladly hugged him back, holding onto him.
You both held each other for a minute and finally pulled apart. “So you’re good?” Hotch asked, clarifying. “How could I not be when Morgan’s always got my back?” you asked rhetorically, giving Morgan a smile.
“You two are a strange couple” Reid said, giving us a confused glance. “Couple? What’re you talking about pretty boy?” Morgan asked Reid, confused. “Garcia told me that you two were a couple” Reid said, sounding more confused.
“They might as well be, they’re both in love with each other” Emily commented, smirking at both of you. “She’s right” Morgan said, then he leaned in and pecked your lips.
You could feel the heat rush to your cheeks as your whole face heated up. The rest of the team cheered, while you stood there stunned. “Hey Reid, now they’re a couple” Emily told him, laughing.
“Can I talk to you?” Morgan whispered in your ear. You nodded and he pulled you to the side. “I am so sorry for everything that happened in there. I didn’t mean any of what I said, and I never want to hurt you again. I absolutely hated it, if there was any other option, I would have taken it. 6.7 seconds just seemed a little long to me” Morgan told you, trying to defend his actions.
“Trust me Morgan, I completely understand. You were working based on the profile, I understand. I’m not mad at you in any way” you reassured him. “Okay good, let’s go catch up or we’re going to miss the jet” he said, interlacing your fingers.
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Imagine Derek disbelief not understanding why he was called by Scott
Summary; Derek showing up to the school due to Scott calling him. Allision and Lydia believing they have a clue where they are at. (Season 3 Part 2)
Previously; Imagine your last conversation with Derek before you were taken by the Alpha Pack
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“They’re trying to help.” Scott reasoned with to only for Derek to look at him with disbelief.
“These two.” Derek turns his body to point each girl.
He first points at Lydia, “This one, who used me to resurrect my psychotic uncle. Thank you.”
He shakes his forward at Allision, “And this one who shot about 50 arrows into (Name), me and my pack.”
Stiles steps in trying to cool down the tension inside the room. “Okay, all right. Now, come on. No one died, all right? Look, there may have been a little maiming, okay, a little mangling, but no death. That’s what I call an important distinction.”
Derek steps back to glare at Stiles and holds back from firing back a comment about how Allision feeds his twin cupcakes laced with wolfbanes. They almost died.
Allision stares at him. “My mother died.”
“Your family’s little honor code killed your mother. Not me.” Derek states.
He had to do what he had to do that night. His twins and his fiance were with Scott inside that room filled with wolfbane.
Derek spoke a few words to Allision before turning around to walk away.
“Derek, give her a chance. Okay, they’re on our side now.” Scott says.
Derek steps forward and whispers. “Well then maybe you should tell her what her mother was actually trying to do that night.”
With that, Derek walks out trying to clear his mind from his memories of his only family left almost dying that night. The twins were in rougher state than Scott. Allison's mother used to the twins to kill his fiance.
Fully knowing, a mother will do anything for their kids.
That includes running ahead into dangerous situations.
Next; Imagine Derek encountering his fiance with Peter
The door of your bedroom opened without you or Derek noticing as you both were engaged in a very intense moment of passion on your bed. Both of your shirts were off and forgotten on the floor along with Derek’s jacket. The two of you pulled away when you heard a sound that was a cross between a growl and a gasp. You felt your cheeks heat up seeing your younger brother standing in your doorway wide eyed. “Don’t you know how to knock?” You asked him.
“But-you-him-why-“ Scott stammered trying to form a normal sentence. He couldn’t believe that you and Derek were together. “I’m just gonna go,” he said and left the room quickly shutting the door.
(Y/N) smirked and shook her head looking at Derek. “Now, where were we?”
Derek smirked and kissed you deeply like nothing happened.
You: “Derek?!”
Derek: “Hey (Y/N).”
You run up to Derek and hug him. You get lost in a long kiss, while the rest watches.
You: (smile) “You’re finally back.”
Derek: “And I hope that I never have to leave again.”
"It's not my fault were tied together" Derek Blurb
"Derek c'mon" you exclaimed excitedly, jumping on him to wake him up. He groaned loudly and pushed you off of him, rolling over and planting the pillow firmly over his head. You've been planned this beach trip with pack for weeks, and today was finally the day. The car has been packed for 3 days because you were so excited to go, that you didn't want to do anything else but prepare. It was going to be a beautiful week, so rain or clouds insight, just beach camping, fires and lots of alcohol, it takes way too much for werewolves to get wasted. "(Y/N), it's..." he opened his eyes wide enough to see the alarm clock on the side of the table, "9 o'clock in the morning, leave me alone" "Were supposed to leave by 10" you whined. "I'm nocturnal" he half yelled through the pillow, but at this point, you knew he wasn't falling back asleep. "C'mon sleepy" you encouraged, jumping onto his back and peppering the side of his face with kisses. He growled lowly, his eyes probably flashing blue for half a second before rolling over so he was in top of you. "Wow this bed feels pretty hard today" he said playfully, pushing you in further trying to get comfy, "I wonder what happened" "Derek!" You yelled, hitting his shoulders, "I can't breathe!" You tried pushing him off you, but he went completely dead weight. "I can't move (Y/N), help, I think I'm paralyzed! Did the kanima come back?" He said with a smirk on his face. He was definitely awake now, but way more awake than you wanted him to be. "I hate you" you exhaled dramatically, "get off of me you goon" "I guess you won't be waking me up anymore" he smiled, rolling off you and giving you a kiss. "Go get ready" you said grumpily, laying like a starfish on the bed. 5 seconds went by before Derek jumped back in the bed, "ready". "You didn't even shower, ya nasty" you said, giving him a side eye. "We're camping on the beach for the weekend" he rolled his eyes, "and I showered last night after Scott and I finished training with Jackson" "That's what you were doing!?" You asked annoyed, "were not going to hear the end of it" "It's okay" he smirked, "there's more where that came from, hope those alpha wounds healed" you didn't even have to look at him to know he was smiling. Derek pulled you up from the bed after you held you hand out for help, nearly ripping your arm off in the process, sometimes he didn't know his own strength. "Derek" someone yelled from downstairs, "supposed to be on the road by 10". "It's Derek" you heard Lydia say, rolling her eyes. "It's 9:54" he looked at his watch and grumbled. You followed directly behind him as he walked out the door, grabbing your suitcase that was sitting there, "coming?" He asked monotonously. You just shrugged along with everyone else, hopping into Derek's Toyota with Scott and Allison. Stiles, Lydia and Jackson following in the Jeep behind you. The drive there consisted of singing along to old songs everyone knew, with Derek fiercely concentrating on the road, although you were touching his face and yelling in his ear. Allison was giggling out of control, and Scott decided to both Derek with you. For such a short tempered man, he was handling it really well. "I love you" you said between songs, watching Derek knuckles turn white from gripping the steering wheel so tight. You were sure if it was because you were annoying his or because he was afraid to show affection in front of people. When you guys got to the camp site, you watch Stiles climb out of the Jeep and slam the door, rolling his eyes at Jackson and Lydia fighting. "The ENTIRE way" he huffed, his mouth hanging open. Derek and Jackson were first to set up the tent, it was a really cool 10 person, 5 room tent that you were all sharing. While they did that, the girls unloaded the rest of the car and Scott and Stiles went to go find fire wood. Derek got his side up in no time with Jackson screaming "this makes so fucking sense". Finally it was time to party and lite the fire, heating up the hot dogs and burgers you brought and then making some smores, all with vodka shots and beers. "Babe!" You yelled to Derek, "shot for shot" he rolled his eyes and took took a shot with you like it was nothing. It left you squirming and viciously gnashing on a smore to get the taste out. It wasn't long before you blacked out, not sure if anyone else did. You woke up in the tent with a pounding headache, Derek by your side breathing steadily. Holding your head, you tried to get up to get some ibuprofen that you knew was in the car. "Where you going?" Derek asked grumpily as soon as you moved. "The car" you said with a questioning tone, like he needed to know. "For what?" He asked again. "Advil" you said shortly, annoyed by his tone. "I already got you some, and some water". His eyes were still closed, one hand lying over his stomach, the other by his side. "Okay well I need to pee" you said, getting up from the bed only to be dragged back down by your wrist. "What the fuck!?" You cursed. "You don't remember?" Derek asked annoyed, "you decided it would be fun to handcuff us together last night and then LOSE the key" "I did what?" You looked down at your wrist that was connected to his, "why" "I don't know (Y/N), I really don't" he shrugged, acting really calm in an annoyed way. You moved your hand back to your face, inspecting the handcuffs like it was all a dream, then tugging on it, causing Derek's hand to flail, then hitting it. Then accidentally closing it a little more making it tighter. "Ow!" You winced, trying to rub it, but the cuff was now too tight to move. "Stop moving" Derek grumbled, his eyes still closed. "Then help me" you pleaded. "It's not my fault we're tied together" he shrugged "Yeah well, if you don't help me find a way out, we're going to be stuck together forever" you said matter of factly. "I'm already dating you, so, same thing" he joked. "Ha ha" you said dryly, "STILES!!!" Derek opened his eyes at the loud yelling, and glowered at you. "I'm trying to sleep" he said annoyed again. "I'm trying to get unlocked so I can pee. STILES!!" You yelled again. "What?" He asked whipping open your tent door, rubbing his sleepy eyes. "Do you have another key for this?" You asked raising your wrist, and Derek's along with it. "Yeah at home" he said sleepily. "Can you pick it?" You asked hopefully. "That's also at home" he remarked. "What good are you" Derek mumbled, eyes closed again. "Sorry Derek, I didn't think I'd be picking locks on a beach camp trip" he said sarcastically, turning his head back to you and adding "I might have a saw in the trunk" Derek's eyes sprung open, "no" he said instantly. "Derek..." "No" he said again. "Get the saw" you told Stiles, who huffed and walked out grumbling. "(Y/N)" Derek panicked, getting up the bed, only to be in a tug of war battle with the handcuffs" "You almost let him cut off your arm one time!!" You resisted. "Because I would've died" he exclaimed, "no" he pointed at Stiles when he walked back in the room with a saw. "What the hell is going on" Scott said, walking into the room, Jackson, Allison and Lydia following behind him. "Were locked together without a key and he doesn't trust stiles to saw through the chain" you huffed, your arm falling by your side making a loud clap. "It's Stiles" Derek reasoned. "Hey" Stiles responded, taking offense. "Hold him down!" You pleaded Scott and Jackson. They went over and grabbed his waist and arms so Stiles could get between the chain. Derek's eyes turned blue, his fangs coming out. "Calm down you baby" Jackson rolled his eyes. It was over before he knew it and you were both two separate beings again. "See? Nothing." Stiles said matter of factly and promptly walked out of the room. The rest of the trip, Derek didn't say much, other than good night and answering questions he was forced to answer because you annoyed him until he did. When you finally got back to beacon hills, Stilinski was able to use the key to get the off you, Parrish giving you a weird look. "Don't get any ideas" you said to Parrish, who held his hands up is mock surrender. "I don't want to know" Stilinski said as he uncuffed both of you.
16. Can I have the permission to slap the fuck outta him?
REQUESTED (by prompt)
Summary: A prank planned by (Y/N) and Stiles doesn’t go as they expected it to.
Pairing: Derek x Reader x Stiles (plantonic)
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Author: @jeffdavisspawn
A/N: Sorry its short
“He’s gonna be so pissed when he finds his car undergoes a complete sticky note frenzy.”, Stiles said mischievously.
“Yeah, but we get to hurry up because he’s getting from the store soon.”, I rushed.
Stiles and I had managed to cover half of Derek’s car with sticky notes. I mean, it was April Fools and Derek was the perfect candidate. He got overly anger at basically anything which made it even more fun to mess with him. As I placed a couple more pink sticky notes on Derek’s windshield, a booming voice erupted.
“What the hell is this??!?!?!”
Stiles and I exchanged panicked looks. Ones that clearly said, “Oh shit! We’re definitely dead!”
“What the fuck did you to my car???”, Derek roared as Malia entered the scene. Once she saw the sight, she burst out laughing.
I couldn’t get words out of my mouth except the one stupid phrase that sounded good in my head but unfortunately did not play out well in reality.
“Happy April Fools, ya idiot!”,I said merrily holding my hands out in celebration.
“(Y/N) made me!”, Stiles protested which earned a very disgusted glance from me.
“Stilinski!”
“She-uh- threatened me with her wolfy powers.”
“Shut up both of you.”, Derek commanded irritated.
Taking a deep breath and curling my mouth into a wide grin, I spoke,
“Derek, Malia, can I have permission to slap the fuck outta him?”, I said calmly.
Malia cracking up, “Go at it!”
“Mal-Malia, babe, come on, seriously!”, said Stiles as he started running from me.
