#Detective Darren Wilden x Reader Oneshot

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Detective Darren Wilden x Reader (x Jason Dilaurentis) || Oneshot

Plot: Jason DiLaurentis irritates and intimidates Wilden. So when a certain DiLaurentis is finished 'showing the principal who's boss', and he runs into Wilden going through Toby's locker... and you (One of Wilden's favourite torture victim's, apart from the girls) are sneaking by to the get something out of your classroom- lines get crossed and you're unfortunately put in the middle. Fucking Wilden, that douchebag.

Warnings: Original Jason D! Because he's scary and I love him. Also this fic is just a mess of drama.

"Ahh, L/N."

Oh shit, fuck, crap, noodle- Rolling my eyes deeply up into my skull as I stop moving, not at all surprised but none the less frustrated at getting caught sneaking by, I slowly turn around; Painting a a very forced, closed mouth smile to my lips. "Oh... " You're here, Wilden. That's great. I didn't see you. Nooo, I was not sneaking behind your back... "Hi." My voice comes out dry- I didn't even try to sound pleased. Its Wilden.

The detective smirks smugly at you, as you stare boredly up at him. His hand hovers above your upper arm, mere centre metres from touching you, but seeming to think better of it as he instead gestures to the other man present instead, who is not a cop searching poor Toby's locker. "Have you met Mr DiLaurentis, here?"

What? Don't you use me as a scape goat, Wilden, I swear to god- "Um, no," I turn with a slightly more polite heir about me, to Mr DiLaurentis' and offer my hand, with a little smile. "It’s nice to meet you, I'm Y/N- Is Wilden here harassing you, too?"

Wilden's head snaps down to you with a stern expression on his irritating face. Mr DiLaurentis, on the other hand, smiles quite charmingly at me and takes my hand- giving it a nice, firm shake. "Mr DiLaurentis is my dad- Call me Jason." I nod, in return, smiling. "And, no. I think I intimidate him… a little more. Sorry to hear you're struggling, with him; Anything I can do?"

Giggling, I shake my head. "No, thank you." Then, I turn back to Wilden, and raise my eyebrows. Can I go, now? "I actually just came here to pick up something from my classroom."

Jason's eyes darken immediately, at hearing me. "You're a student?" His eyes flick to Wilden, and I can imagine what's going through his head. I hear Wilden sigh.

"Oh!- No, no, sorry. I have work placement here. I go to Hollis, getting my teaching degree." Pointing my thumb back towards the bane of my existence, I shrug. "Before I got work placement I worked weekends doing office work at the Police station. He got attached, and misses me."

It’s a good enough excuse.

Wilden lets out a puff of a scoff behind me, breath brushing the back of my head. "Don't flatter yourself, L/N."

"Oh, I'm not." Neither Wilden or I look at each other through this interaction, instead I look to Jason. He's rather amused by us, it seems, the little devious smile on his face proof of that. I roll my eyes to him, about Wilden. "Anyway- Goodluck. I gotta go."

Jason nods.

"It was nice meeting you."

"You too- " I turn to cross the hall and get into my classroom, but this time Wilden actually does grab me- manoeuvring me back in front of him and in front of Jason. I flash a very awkward smile at the DiLaurentis. "Guess I'm not going anywhere... "

"Anyway, the reason I called you over, is, I thought Jason here- "

"Mr DiLaurentis, to you."

"Right... " Wilden agrees, patting my arm as I give a snort, like- Shut up. "Well, I just thought he might want to ask you questions about Toby. I already did, but," He looks up at Jason, who's eyebrows of shot up his forehead, a curious, smug look on his face. "Maybe you can get more out of her."

What- For the first time today, Jason's evil eye is turned on me instead of Wilden, but my head snaps up to look accusingly behind me, at Daren. "... Like I said- Toby's a sweet kid. I don't think he had anything to do with- "

"Why, Detective?" Jason cuts me off and my eyes snap to him now, blazing. But he's looking at Wilden, too, now. I do not like this situation. I do not like it one bit. Not letting me leave, talking over me, ignoring me... What the hell? "You need me to do your job for you?"

I now move out of Wilden's grasp, his hands slipping off me as I step away. He's too busy glaring at Jason. "Oookay, Wilden, I’m just gonna head off- Nice meeting you Jason... “

I thought no one was paying any attention to me as they continue to argue, but Wilden grabs my arm again before I can walk away; Pulling me back. “Stop right there.”

“Why?!”

“I wanna talk to you after I’m done with this.”

“You have my phone number, Darren.” Darren- I rarely call him that. But it exhumes a certain lack of respect compared to Detective or Wilden, that is just perfectly accurate to how I feel about the Detective, so I use it. He looks at me once I’ve said it, focusing on me for half a moment rather than Jason - Mr Dilaurentis, -, and I feel my heart hammer in my chest. Oh… how in the world did I used to think this man was cute…

Now he’s the bane of my existence.

A smirk flickers across his face, then. It’s different from his usual cruel, suspicious, i-know-what-you-did kind of rueful, grin. It’s almost comfortable, and my heart is thrown entirely out of whack by it. What?- “Well, I have you here now. So no need to call- Y/N.”

My first name coming out of his mouth causes me to consciously scowl, but it also generates a certain, uncomfortable flapping feeling in my stomach somewhat like giant, carnivorous butterflies. Giving him a careful, raised eyebrow look, I lift my arm out of his grip. Like, I’ll wait- but let go.

He does so, not caring, and turns back to Jason who curiously witnessed that odd interaction.

As they talk for a few more moments, before thankfully Jason gets a phone call and bids his goodbyes to Wilden and I, I try to curb that odd fluttery feeling inside me. There’s no way its regular butterflies- not for Wilden. He’s handsome, sure, but he’s also gross and a dick. And he likes to harass me- which isn’t charming at all. Rather unpleasant, in fact.

Though… he has never outright scared me. Or made me feel in the least bit threatened, miraculously- so there’s that about our ‘relationship’. He’s never even come close to making me feel unsafe when he’s in the general vicinity, despite grabbing me every now and then which is not entirely unpleasant but I’m still not thrilled about. In fact, when he’s around, even when I worked in the police station, I felt somewhat… safe. Even with burglars and fighters all around giving me the occasional once-over or glower, I knew he had it under control. It was like- Oh there’s Wilden. I hate his guts; I’m glad he’s here to do his job.

And so I wait, until Jason has turned the corner, when I have Wilden’s total attention. Turning to him, I raise a brow. “So?”

“You’re taking precautions, right?” Wilden asks suddenly, looking very serious.

I’m caught by surprise, for a moment. … What? Is Darren Wilden expressing… concern, for me? Wow, a momentous day. “Uhh… I think so?... “

“As someone who was close to Cavenaugh, you need to be. Lock your doors and your windows at night and carry pepper spray.” I gape. What!?

“I am not going to carry pepper spray- “More importantly, I am not going to pepper spray, Toby!

Sighing, I shift my weight under his gaze; Not listening to the lecture he is now bestowing upon me. I see now- he’s just doing his cop thing. Making sure those close to the defendant don’t become future victims. But I’m not afraid of Toby and Wilden psyching me out is not going to change that. “-are you hearing me?”

Snapping out of my trance of ignoring him, I nod. “Yep.”

He just sets me with a look, that reads; No your weren’t. And he knows it- special detective powers, and all that. I cross my arms. “Are you done, now??”

“No- do you even own pepper spray, Y/N?” Okay so now he’s just calling me by my first name all-casual?? Fuck.

I give a shrug. “No, I don���t- “

“I’ll get you some.” The smug bastard smirks, because he damn well knows I want nothing from him.

“Oh no you will not- “

“And I want you to start keeping your phone on- seem to remember you have a bad habit of turning it off. You need it on, so- “

“You can reach me?? Maybe that’s exactly why its off.” Flame rages beyond my eyes, tensions rising.

He smirks, and its infuriating to me. “So you can call the cops, if you need us. But… yeah, if I need to talk to you, I need you to be reachable.” God, he just gets worse and worse. What part of our relationship is not clear? He is no position be demanding I be available to him all the time!

“You are exasperating!! No, I’m not going to do what you say- and you’re not getting me pepper spray. In fact!” Taking out my phone now from my back pocket, I quite obviously shut it all the way off under his swiftly darkening gaze. “There. Are we clear?”

“Y/N.”

“And don’t call me that!”

“Y/N,” He suddenly steps forward, and time seems to slow to crawl abruptly as his hand wraps around mine holding the phone and his other grabs hold of my waist, and he backs me up into biting steal- lockers. “… turn that back on.”

“… Why!?”

“Because I need you to be safe!” He shouts, but I don’t blink.

I’m still feeling utterly confused, as I search his furious face. “Why!? This doesn’t make any sense to me, Wilden!- We hate eachother, don’t we??”

His eyes widen for a split moment, before narrowing once again even worse; Teeth gritting behind his lips. And the next words that pass through, make time start up again- this time, 2 times the speed of before. My hearts beating erratically in my chest and he’s so close that I can feel his doing the same, and suddenly all I want is for the dam to break. “No.”

“… then show me.”

The words are barely out of my mouth before Wilden’s lips are on mine. I immediately melt into the lockers behind me, the feeling this terrifying, clarifying kiss brings with it enough to make me forget my own name. Why I hate him, why I like him, why I shouldn’t do this- it goes flying and before I know it I’m guiding him into my classroom. He’s locking the door behind us, and fighting to keep my mouth to his even as I back up to my desk at the front; His tie between my fingers.

Slowly his blazer is the first thing to go, then my sweater. And then his hands are on my thighs- mine on his belt- All the while we’re kissing, and its amazing. I’ve never been kissed like that before.

But then suddenly the music comes to a crashing end, like someone pulled the plug. Because the walkie strapped to Darren’s hip is crackling, a clear male voice speaking through it.

He picks it up and responds into it, voice a little huskier then usual…

But he’s Wilden again. Detective Wilden.

Just like that.

Clearing my throat awkwardly, sitting on my desk and feeling ridiculous, I try to gather my composure again; Letting go of his black tie. Okay… Oh, fuck. What just happened?

Once he’s done talking, having been summoned somewhere, he looks back at me and I - albeit, grudgingly, - meet his eyes. “… I have to go.”

“I gathered.”

“What just happened… - “

“Won’t happen again,” I assure, ready to go right back to how things were, but then his hands encircle my waist again and he leans back between my legs. Eyes wide, I almost back up when he goes to kiss me again.

This kiss is much softer; Makes me melt as I grant him access, then, inside my mouth. It only lasts a few unexpectedly lovely moments before he finishes and gives me one of his infuriating smirks- which I’m glad to find that, despite this odd slip, is still very much infuriating. “No. Just… Don’t go forgetting it before I see you again, alright?” Grabbing his jacket, he heads to the door. “And keep your damn phone on, I swear to god.”

His footsteps slowly disappear down the school hallway, and I’m left alone to my thoughts. No, I think, I certainly won’t be forgetting it.

But I won’t be turning my phone back on, either. If he wants to see me, he’s going to have to come find me.

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Masterlist: Detective Wilden

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