#cop!andy barber x arrested!reader

[imaginedreamwrite]

You know that trend on TikTok where they meet their future wife and its like “hello hello”

Cop who arrests reader and calls her his future wife

The tire iron in your hands had slipped to the asphalt, your widening eyes taking in the appearance of the dented hood and the cracked glass while Colin had cursed you out from his off-campus apartment. The white windowsill was open so he would lean out the window, gripping the edge with curled fingers while staring down at you with the evidence laying at your feet.

“-police were called and-“ you heard him screaming and had seen the reflection of the police cars’ lights on the window in front of you.

“Shit,” you sighed and slowly turned to face the police car, your eyes furrowed and your teeth nipping at the inside of your cheek while you waited for the officer to get out of the vehicle, “you idiot.”

“You’re screwed now! You’re so screwed now-!” Colin was yanked back inside the apartment and the window was slammed, despite the closed window you could still hear the argument between your ex and his new girlfriend.

“There seems to be a problem, but I doubt you’re the one who made the call.” The officers’ voice had garnered your attention and you’d turned your head to look over your shoulder.

“Look, I’m sorry for this-“ you spun on your heel and looked him head on surprised by the officer who was nothing like you had imagined.

He was neither decrepit or old like you experienced with other officers, he was younger than imagined and entirely too gorgeous. He almost looked as if he should be on stage ready to rip off his clothes for money rather than trying to keep the law.

“What’s your name?” He seemed amused by your stare and had hooked his thumbs into his belt loops, drawing attention to the narrowing of his waist and the thigh, strong thighs trapped beneath plain black pants.

He was as broad as he was tall, strength in his chest and thighs equal to the strength you imagined was in his hands. His eyes were ocean blue with small little specks of grey and you were both enraptured and heated by the colour.

“You’re not a real cop, right? You’re like some…Chippendale’s stripper?” Your question was met with a hearty laugh, and the gentle shake of his head.

“Are you trying to hit on me, miss?” He cocked an eyebrow and glanced toward the tire-iron laying at your feet. “Is that the weapon you used?”

“Are you a real cop?” You kicked the tire-iron away from you, still in disbelief that he was who he said he was. “Or is this some twisted ploy Colin used?”

“Colin Shea is the one who called. What apartment is in he in?” The officer you weren’t convinced was an officer had stared you down, occasionally glancing between you, the car and the iron.

“Colin Shea is a complete and total asshole who deserves to have his car kicked in.” You grit your teeth and huffed, glancing back at the window that had opened again.

“You’re so screwed now! You’re beyond screwed!”

“Up yours, asshole!” You looked back to him and lifted your hand to flash him the middle finger. “And your stupid rent-a-cop-“

“Ma’am, I’m gonna need you to put your hands behind your back,” the officer addressed you with no less amusement than before, “I’m gonna have to place you under arrest for property damage.”

“Oh shit,” your eyes widened and your breath caught in your throat, “you were serious? You’re actually a cop?”

“Hands behind your back.” He still spoke with patience, taking a wide berth around you to stand behind you with a pair of sleek silver cuffs in his hand. “Make this easier on yourself.”

You relented and placed your hands behind your back, shivering when he slipped the cuffs around your wrists and tightened them to keep you complacent. As he had withdrawn his hands from your wrists, he had instead grabbed your arm and began leading you toward the back of his cop car.

“Watch your head,” he led you to the back and helped you get in without injury, and after you had become momentary settled, he leaned down and smiled at you, “I’ll be back. I need to get his statement but before I do is there anything you need to tell me?”

“He’s a complete asshole who likes to sleep around, is that enough?” You grit your teeth and leaned back against the seat, still hearing the sound of him cursing.

“Not what I meant, troublemaker.” His smile hadn’t quite met his eyes but it was still as breathtaking as you expected. “Any drugs? Weapons?”

“He’s a cheater and an idiot, but he doesn’t do drugs. An empty head is the only weapon he’s-“ the door shut midsentence and you’d rolled your eyes in response.

“-fine then.” You turned your head to res against the seat and closed your eyes, replaying the moment in your mind when you had first arrived, and first started whacking his car with that stupid iron.

“So, Y/N-“ the door opened and so had your eyes when he had gotten into the cop car, his eyes locking on yours through the rear view mirror, “-your ex-boyfriend’s new girlfriend seems to think you’re crazy.”

“I’m crazy?” You blanched and scoffed, your eyes rolling every every notion of the statement. “I’m crazy? That stupid arrogant…I’m not crazy okay? I’m not the crazy one. She-“

“Andy Barber,” he cut you off with an official introduction, “my name is Andy Barber, and yes I am a real officer.”

“We’ll obviously I know that now.” You muttered and looked away, shifting on the seat to make yourself more comfortable with your hands behind your back. “I’m not crazy. They are crazy. Colin Shea is a little bastard with limp dick syndrome and she is the crazy psychopath, okay?”

“Why’d you smash his car?” Andy stopped at a red light and looked back at you, raising an eyebrow in your direction.

“I smashed his car because he’s a little cheater who thinks that he’s hot shit and he had taken her to bed while we were dating and then he blamed me. Me!” You slammed your shoulder against the back of the seat, earning yourself a warning glance from the beautiful officer.

“Mrs. Barber,” Andy’s lips were drawn into a smile and he’d stared you down as he spoke every word, “if you don’t behave I’ll have to punish you on our first date.”

You had blanched again, falling silent while the sound of his voice had echoed in your mind over and over again. All you heard was his voice, all you saw was the colour of his eyes engrained in your mind.

“…what..?” Your eyebrows had been knit together, your mouth opening and closing repeatedly. “What did you…are you flirting with me?”

Andy’s lips twitched as he smirked and you were drawn to the plumpness of his lips as he spoke. “To think I’ve got my future wife in handcuffs before I’ve even gotten your number.”

“…funny how things work out…” you went along with the joke, not wanting to miss an opportunity for this gorgeous man to flirt with you.

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[sunshinebuckybarnes]

andy barber + halloween = ? 👀

it's fun being bad

Pairing: College!Andy Barber x female!reader

Summary: matching halloween costumes leads to Andy showing you a fun time

Warnings: pet names (baby, honey, sweetheart), slight sir kink, use of handcuffs, smut; unprotected sex. Cop and robber costume.

Authors note: Okay, we’re having some college!Andy because Halloween with him would be the spookiestsexiest time. (word count: 1.5k)

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“Could you have found a shorter dress?” your friend laughs as you walk into the crowded kitchen.

Halloween on campus was no joke and everyone took it seriously. And by seriously, it meant the girls wore something revealing and the boys wore something tight.

You laugh back as you take the drink she offers you, “who’d have thought the ideal outfit to wear whilst robbing someone was a dress that shows your ass and tits?”

She laughs with you, stopping when her eyes glance over your shoulder, a sly smile spreading her lips “oh I get it now. Heads up, think you’re about to be arrested.”

With that, she leaves you standing alone. You try to contain your smile, knowing exactly what she was referring to.

“Excuse me, Ma’am?”

You giggle quietly before composing yourself and turning around. Your eyes drag slowly up his body from the tight black pants that hug his thighs and the handcuffs hanging from his belt loop to his overly tight blue shirt whose buttons are practically tearing at the seams.

Your eyes travel further, biting your lip at how much his beard has filled out and wishing his beautiful blue eyes weren’t shielded by a pair of aviators.

Giving him your best innocent look, you clasp your hands behind your back, your breasts almost spilling out of the low cut of your dress. “what can I do for you, officer Barber?”

He clicks his tongue, removing his sunglasses so he can take you in. His eyes linger a touch on your chest before travelling down your body. You watch as lust takes over his eyes when he takes in your black fishnet thigh-highs and knee-high boots.

Andy sighs before his eyes are meeting yours again, “I’m afraid you’re under arrest.”

“Is that so, can I ask what the charge is?”

He steps closer to you, one large hand settling on your waist as he pulls you against him. “You’re under arrest for being too fucking sexy,” he growls in your ear.

You throw your head back with a giggle as Andy begins to chain kiss across your jaw. He makes his way to your lips, capturing them in a searing kiss. His other arm wraps around you, lifting you off the ground. You don’t even care that your dress has ridden up and you’re pretty sure your ass is out.

The sound of whistling and hollering behind you has Andy reluctantly pulling away from your lips and placing you back on the ground.

A roll of his eyes and a curt "shut the fuck up" has the rowdy group of frat boys behind you going back to minding their own business.

You reach for your drink on the side, holding his gaze as you drain the contents, "you gonna put me in cuffs, officer?"

A shiver runs down your spine at the way Andy's eyes darken. You damn near collapse when he bites his lip.

"My naughty girl," he purrs, "I'm gonna have you in nothing but the cuffs."

Before you have a chance to take in his words he lifts you over his shoulder and heads straight for the stairs. You give your friends a little wave as he carries you past them like you're nothing more than a ragdoll.

"You might want to turn the music up."

"Andy!" You laugh as he swats your ass and continues up the stairs, grinning at the cheers coming from your friends.

"It's 'officer' to you, honey."

You can’t contain your giggles as he carries you towards an empty bedroom, excitement bubbling in your stomach at the thought of what's to come. Andy keeps you on his shoulder as he locks the door to the room he’s found before dropping you onto the bed.

Another round of giggles escapes you as you bounce on the soft mattress. Leaning up on your elbows you bite your lip as you take in the sight of him.

“What are you going to do with me, officer?” you tease, brushing your heeled foot slowly up his leg.

“That depends, honey,” he begins, his hand coming up to slowly unzip your boot. Pulling one off before doing the same with the other as he continues, “are you going to be good for me?”

He begins to take off your fishnets, his lips brushing each bit of revealed skin tenderly. You have to bite back a moan at the feel of his beard scratching your skin. You wait until both your legs are bare to give him your answer.

“Why would I be good when being bad is so much more fun.”

The smile he shoots you is wicked and his next movements happen in a flash. He kneels on the bed, pulling you up into his lap and claiming your lips with his own. Andy breaks apart from your lips only to pull your dress off, a deep growl rumbling in his chest as he takes in your dainty lace underwear.

His lips connect with yours again, it’s less rushed but no less passionate. Andy gently lowers your body back down to the bed before he begins slowly kissing and nipping his way down your body.

Your back arches as he bites and pinches your nipples through the thin material of your bra. He continues down your body and by the time he’s pulled your panties off and thrown them somewhere in the room, you’re a withering mess.

Before you’ve even had time to catch your breath, Andy flips you over onto your stomach. He pulls your hips back until you’re resting on your knees with your shoulders resting against the bed. You yelp when he lands two hard smacks on your ass, feeling your arousal against your thighs.

“Hands behind your back.”

You do as you're told, biting your lip when you feel the cool metal clasp around your wrists. You welcome the weight of Andy’s body as he leans over you, brushing your hair to the side and whispering in your ear, “just say the word and I’ll undo them, okay?”

You smile, turning as much as you can to look at him, “okay.”

He smiles back, leaning in to give you a soft kiss before pulling away again.

You feel the bed shift and hear the sound of Andy’s belt coming undone. The anticipation is killing you and you can’t help the whine that slips past your lips.

“Still going to be bad?” he asks, kneeling behind you again. You can feel the material of his trousers against the back of your thighs and the image of him fucking you completely naked whilst he’s still fully clothed has another wave of arousal flowing through you.

“Well, I don’t know, officer. You’ve not really given me a reason to be good,” you pout, wiggling your ass for emphasis.

You expect him to shoot back some witty retort but instead, he knocks the air from your lungs when he thrusts into you in one hard stroke. He doesn’t give you time to adjust and to be honest you’re so turned on he doesn’t really need to. His pace is slow and hard, letting you feel every inch and every vein.

“Fuck, Andy,” you moan, fingers grasping at the sheets.

He slaps your ass hard, “think you’re forgetting your manners, sweetheart.”

“Sorry, sir,” you whine, clenching down hard at the resulting growl.

“Fuck, keep calling me that, baby.”

His request is surprising but not unwelcome and you make sure to add it to your pleas and gasps.

Andy’s hands have a bruising grip on your hips as he pulls you back to meet each of his thrusts. Your muscles ache from the position and the tension of your upcoming orgasm and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Please, sir,” you beg, desperate for him to push you over the edge.

“My naughty, filthy girl,” he grunts, planting another smack on your tender ass, “you gonna be good, baby?”

“Yes, sir. Promise, sir,” you sob when one of his hand's curls under you, his deft fingers connecting with your clit and sending shockwaves through your body.

“That’s it, baby,” he encourages, mesmerised by the way your thighs begin to shake, “be a good girl and come for me.”

“Fuck,” you almost scream as your orgasm tears through you, “thank you, sir.”

“Fuck,” Andy growls, his hips stilling against your ass as he comes deep inside of you.

Once he’s caught his breath he slowly pulls out of you, smoothing his hands over your tender skin. He quickly unclasps the handcuffs, rubbing your sore muscles as he guides you to lay on your back.

“How was that?” he grins, laying beside you, his hands never leaving your body.

You smile up at him with a lazy grin, “it was perfect… Sir.”

He chuckles, leaning down to kiss you, “keep that up and we’re going again.”

You join in with his laughter, your fingers toying with the plastic badge pinned to his shirt.

“Why did you want to dress as a cop? I thought defence lawyers were supposed to hate cops”

He laughs, kissing your wrists tenderly, “I just wanted a reason to handcuff you.”

I love college!Andy so damn much! Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this. As always comments and reblogs are super appreciated ✨🖤

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[avintagekiss24]

Night Shift > Andy Barber

PAIRING; Dark!Andy Barber x black!reader

WORD COUNT; 4,798

WARNINGS; NON-CON ELEMENTS, DUB-CON SEX, BOOK SPOILERS/POSSIBLE SHOW SPOILERS

 ► PART TWO  | ► SERIES MASTERLIST

NOTE; it’s hereeeeeee! As for the spoilers, I was trying to avoid them in this, but seeing as Andy is very obviously married in the book and show, I didn’t want this to be a cheating fic (I do have some standards, lol), but I didn’t want it to be an AU either. So, if you don’t want to know what happens in the book or what could possibly happen in the show, I’d stay away from this one. Sorry guys, I did try. I wanted the effects of what Andy has been through to be the reason why this is a dark!fic and why he’s dark!... if that makes sense.

As always, if non-con/dub-con isn’t your thing, stay away. YOU are responsible for what you consume. If you’ve made it this far in my author’s note, you’ve been warned multiple times about the nature of this fic.

It’s late. There is currently one, that’s right, one person in the South Street Diner. He ordered a black coffee and has been sipping on it for the last thirty minutes as he reads a day old newspaper. It’s weird, he’s weird, but you’re getting used to the weirdness of the overnight shift. The silence and stillness of it. 

It’s just you and Belle on the floor, with Steve manning the kitchen. Belle is currently washing dishes as you lean over the counter, your head buried in your psychology book. You tap your pencil mindlessly as you read, occasionally lifting your eyes to the black coffee drinker. He’s content, and so are you, so you return your attention back to your book, underlining random passages and jotting down notes.

The door chimes after a few minutes and you lift your eyes again but instantly lose your breath. You stand up straight as you link eyes with a tall, stern looking man. He blinks at you, his deep blue-green eyes devoid of any real emotion. His lips are set in a straight line, his shoulders broad. He’s oddly dressed for the two in the morning. A navy blue sport coat covers a dark button down shirt, which covers another dark undershirt. His jeans are dark and tight, his feet in an expensive pair of leather boots. His dark beard, paired with his dark hair and dark outfit completely matched the dark mood that suddenly overtakes the diner. 

He looks oddly familiar to you, you can’t - or don’t want to - put your finger on it. You stare at each other for a few beats. An instant chill runs down your spine as a strange uncertainty sets in the pit of your stomach. You swallow hard and point nervously towards one of the tables after a few seconds of him just staring at you and not saying anything. He immediately moves in the direction of your finger, finally taking his eye off you to stalk towards a table. 

You shut your psych book and run your hands down the front of your apron. You grab a menu and a set of silverware before stepping out from behind the long counter. You take a breath and move up to the side of the table, sliding the menu in front of him before setting the silverware next to his left wrist. 

“Morning,” you say softly, “Can I start you off with a water, or a coffee or anything?”

He doesn’t look up at you. He just flips through the menu and says, “Coffee. Black.”

You nod and offer another smile, “Be right back.”

You check on the other coffee drinker, asking if he needs a refill before you slip back behind the counter to start another pot. You flip your eyes towards Belle as she emerges by your side, tapping your hip playfully.

“You need some help babe?” She asks as she plops the bucket of clean silverware on the counter.

“No, I’m okay.”

You feel her eyes on you for a few seconds, “You okay? Did something happen?”

“No, no. I’m fine. Just, that guy over there is kinda creeping me out but, it’s me, not him.”

She peers over at his table as you set the coffee pot on the brewer. You hear her gasp, before she slaps you on your shoulder and steps into you a little closer, “Do you know who that is?” She whispers.

You shift your eyes to his table before moving them back to the short blonde, “No.”

She clicks her teeth before resting her hand on her hip, “That’s Andy Barber.”

“Okay?” You shrug, not recognizing that name.

“Girl, come on. Have you been living under a rock for the past year?”

You roll your eyes, “Did you forget I was in Dallas for the last year?”

“Bitch, this was national news. His kid was indicted for first degree murder. They found some kid's body in the park, his son Jacob’s  fingerprints were found on the kid’s jacket.”

“Oh shit.” You say in disbelief as your eyes widen, “I remember now. I thought he looked familiar.”

She shakes her head, pursing her lips as she glances back over at him, “Some crazy shit went down. Long story short, this pedo that lived in their neighborhood ended up killing himself and confessing to the murder in his suicide note. Barber’s kid gets off, but a few weeks after the trial ended, and get this,” she says, dropping her voice even lower, “The mom and the kid are out one day, get into a car accident, and they both die.”

You gasp, “Oh my god.”

“I know, right! So, you know my brother is a cop right? So, he says, that the belief in the department is that the mom wrecked her car on purpose, like she was trying to kill herself and the kid. There were no skid marks like she tried to stop, no other vehicles were involved, all of the witnesses say that it really weird how she just veered off the road suddenly.” She shakes her head again, her pony tail swaying back and forth as she starts to wrap up sets of silverware, “I think she knew little Jacob wasn’t as innocent as they were trying to make him seem.”

You rest your hand on your chest as your mind processes what Belle just relayed to you, “That’s awful Belle. I feel terrible for him.”

“Girl, don’t.” She says, “He hasn’t helped his case one bit. He’s been a raging asshole to everybody in this town ever since. He’s been arrested two or three times for beating the shit out of folks just for looking at him.”

You scoff, turning back towards the coffee maker as it beeps loudly. You take the pot off of the burner and grab two mugs before pouring the dark liquid, “I’m sure the people of this town haven’t been on their best behavior either. I mean shit, he lost his son and his wife, he’s just supposed to walk around like Mr. Rogers?”

She slaps you lightly with her towel as you walk past, “That bleeding heart of yours is gonna get you in trouble one day.”

You smile warmly as you slide one of the cups in front of the guy with the paper and then move towards your second table. You carefully sit the mug in front of him but can’t help wringing your hands within one another. 

“Are you ready to order or do you need a few more minutes?” Your voice is softer and less confident than what you anticipated. You clear your throat and force a smile onto your face to try and regain some of your composure. 

“Egg and cheese sandwiches.” He says gruffly, handing the menu back to you.

He locks eyes with you and your breath hitches in your throat. His eyes are piercing - cold even, as they stare up at you. You quickly avert your glance from his and clear your throat again as an uneasiness washes through you. You tuck a wild curl behind your ear as your eyes dart around his table. He’s still staring at you though, his eyes dipping down your face and to your chest before sending them back up to yours. 

You clear your throat again, “Um, you get a choice of a meat. Sausage, bacon, ham?”

You reach for the menu that he still holds in his hands and start to pull it from him. He tightens his grip on it, causing you to shoot your scared eyes back to his. Your lips part as shaky breaths force their way out of your nose and mouth. Your eyes get wide as you stare back at him, unable to blink or take them off of him. He cocks his head, his eyes drifting down your body again before the smallest hint of a smirk flashes on his lips. 

He lets go of the menu suddenly and your hand snaps back towards your chest. You hiss sharply as you jump, completely unaware of just how hard you were grasping on to it. 

“Bacon.” Is all he mutters before he grabs for his coffee and takes a sip. 

You don’t even answer. You just turn on your heel and rush back behind the counter. You push past Belle, who gives you her I told you so eyes and relay his order to Steve.

“Didn’t I tell you?”

“Shut up, Belle.”

When his sandwiches are ready, you convince Belle to take them over to him. You start wrapping up silverware sets behind the counter, purposefully trying to keep your eyes cast down, but even that doesn’t help. You still feel his eyes on you as he eats slowly. You swallow hard, trying to focus, but the unease flushes through you again. 

You can’t help but glance up at him every now and again, finding his intense stare on you. He doesn’t even look away when you catch him. He just blinks slowly and raises his sandwich to his mouth, taking a bite. He leans back into the seat and chews slowly, all the while blinking back at you. You drop your eyes to the silverware in front of you and chew on the inside of your cheek. Just eat your fucking sandwiches and leave already.

Belle takes care of him for the rest of his stay. She refills his coffee and brings him a glass of water, before putting in another order of home fries for him. You do everything you can to stay busy and ignore him, and when you finally see him hand Belle some cash and stand, a sense of relief floods through every inch of your body. 

You hear his heavy feet carry him past the counter and your eyes defy your mind one last time. You flip them up and watch as he pushes out of the door, the chime ringing through the small diner again. You follow him as he walks past the windows, his head down as he moves. You blink and turn your head quickly as a loud clang sounds behind you. You return your attention back to the window and gasp loudly when you find him watching you through the window. 

You drop the silverware in your hand to the floor as he stares at you. He cocks his head again and lifts his hand to wiggle his fingers at you as a slow smile creeps on to his face. 

“Girl,” Belle says, pushing through the door from the kitchen, “What is wrong with you?”

You keep your eyes on him as he walks off into the night. You shake your head and blink quickly, as if trying to rid him from your memory, “N-nothing. I just dropped, um, I just dropped some forks, that’s all.”

She pulls out a twenty from her apron and hands it to you, “This is from your boyfriend, by the way.”

“What?” You ask, slightly annoyed as she laughs and pushes it into your hand.

“Mr. Barber left you a tip.”

“Belle,” You sigh.

“I mean it! He told me specifically to give it to you.” She tickles your sides but you swat her hands away, “He liked you.”

“Shut the hell up.” You grumble as she continues to laugh. 

The clock strikes three thirty am. You grab the plate of french fries that Steve made for you and pour yourself a Sprite before you head out the back and into the parking lot. You glance around, like you usually do, making sure there aren’t any weirdos hanging out before you push over towards your car. You set your Sprite and fries on the hood as you fumble around your jacket pocket for your keys.

You gasp suddenly as an arm wraps around your waist and a hand clasps over your mouth. You start to fight, trying to twist and turn but it’s to no avail. He pulls you with ease as you struggle against him back to his car, his feet scraping against the ground. You hear a door swing open, before you’re thrown into the back seat. You push up onto your hands and scramble towards the opposite door, slamming your back into it. 

The man slides into the seat next to you and slams the door shut before the deafening sound of the locks slamming down into place rings through the car. Your chest heaves as deep, audible breaths fall from your lips and fill the otherwise silent car. You keep your eyes squarely on him as they cloud over with tears and your chin starts to tremble. 

“Please don’t hurt me,” you beg softly as a hot tear slips down your cheek, “I’m not alone. There’s people in there that’ll-”

Your words come to a halt. He doesn’t move. He just sits there, his hands clasped within one another, his head down. Your breathing gets harder after a few minutes pass and nothing happens. He lifts his head and you tense immediately, pulling your legs into your chest, but he still doesn’t move. He bites the inside of his cheek as he stares out of the window.

“I’m not gonna hurt you.”

His voice is low and deep, the words coming to you slowly. Your mouth drops open slightly as your eyes scan the side of his face. He drops his head again to look at his hands before he turns towards you. You lock eyes with an all too familiar pair. Andy Barber stares back at you, but unlike earlier, there’s something brewing in them. Sadness maybe… you aren’t sure. 

“I just hate the fucking way people look at me,” he says after a few tense seconds, “You’re scared of me? I scare you?”

You blink and another tear slips down your cheek, “You just grabbed me and pulled me into your car.”

“Before this.” He rushes, “When I walked into the diner. When you took my order… You took one look at me and already had your mind made up.”

“I-”

“I heard you and that little bitch in there,” he cuts you off, “I never killed anybody, but yet, people look at me like I’m a monster. Like I’m the one that killed that boy.”

“I defended you,” you spit back roughly, your body twitching in fear, “I told her what happened to you was awful, so you didn’t hear everything you thought you did.”

He stares you, his eyes searching yours intently like he’s trying to tell if you’re telling him the truth. They bounce around your face, making several stops at your lips before he speaks again, “Then why are you afraid of me?” He asks slowly.

You glance away from him for the first time in several minutes. Your breaths are still heavy, your eyes still watery, but something inside of you starts to shift, “You’re intimidating.”

You lift your eyes back to his in time to see him smile, but it’s not a happy one or deranged. It’s kinda sad. He scoffs before he looks off out of the window again, “I never in my life had someone tell me I was intimidating, you know that? In fact, people used to tell me that I was one of the easiest people they’d ever spoken to.” He looks back at you and smiles again, “I prided myself on that. I liked that about me.” He drops his head again, “But that was before. Now I’m just some angry, intimidating asshole who raised a murderer and drove his wife to wrap her car around a tree.”

You sit in shock as he mumbles more to himself than to you. Why is he telling you this? Maybe he just needs someone to talk to? Why you, a random waitress at an all night diner? Belle was right, your bleeding heart is going to get you in serious trouble. But, as he talks, you start to feel bad for him all over again. He’s not coping well, obviously. He’s yearning for some human interaction - but also needs to realize that throwing someone in the back of your car and locking them in isn’t the best way to ask for a little attention.

You relax just a bit, not enough to be caught off guard, but enough to where your breathing starts to return to normal. You drag your eyes down his frame, taking in the defeated language written all over it. He brings his head back up and turns those eyes back towards yours to link them again. He blinks, and you blink back before you swallow hard.

“You were trying to scare me.” You say weakly, “The menu, staring at me through the window… people treat you like an asshole because you act like an asshole.”

He huffs, but a smile spreads on his lips again, “That’s why I can’t get a date then?”

A shiver runs through you and your body twitches again, “Possibly.” You enunciate slowly.

He laughs at your response. It’s a full laugh, like one he’s been holding in for a while. He drags his hands up his thigh and cuts his eyes back towards you, “I like you. Even when you’re scared, you’ve got heart.”

You stare at each other again as the seconds tick by. Then, without warning, he lunges towards you, crashing his lips to yours. He kisses you hard as he pulls your body into his, holding your arms as you try to push him away. You turn your head in protest, moaning loudly against his mouth as you try and push away but he’s so strong. He tightens his grip on your arms, holding them firmly in his grasp as he smacks on your lips. 

He leans back as suddenly as he first rushed in and locks eyes with you again. They’re wide and wild - bouncing quickly between yours. His mouth hangs open as he pulls in deep breaths. His grip on your arm loosens just a touch and you rip your limb from his grasp, slapping him hard across the face. 

You don’t try to run. You just sit there, your hand stinging from the contact with his face. Your eyes are just as wide, just as wild as he hisses in pain. He swears loudly as he drops open his mouth, working his jaw back and forth before he shakes his head quickly. He looks back up at you, another short, breathy laugh pushing through his lips.

He pulls you into him again and kisses you, but this time, you really don’t fight back. You moan a little as he pushes his chest into yours and thrusts his tongue into your mouth. You allow him to push you down onto the seat and let him settle between your legs. Your mind races as his hands push and pull at your body, squeezing your breasts, gripping your sides, cupping your sex through your jeans. You're shaky and scared, but yet, you’re not. Your stomach is tight, your nipples hard, your pussy now wet and achy, wanting to be touched.

Your heart thumps against your chest as he bites down on your neck. You shriek as the pain rips through you and dig your fingernails into his arm. He leans up and keeps his eyes on yours as he pops the button of your jeans. He undoes the zipper and yanks the thick material down your hips and legs until they bunch at your ankles. He pulls at the buttons of your pale yellow shirt carefully, undoing each one before it falls open, revealing your white tank top. He thrusts it up over your breasts and pulls at the cups of your bra until your breasts fall out of it. 

He drops his hands to his sides and just looks you up and down, drinking you in. He spreads his fingers out over your stomach and just sort of rubs them along your skin -  he hasn’t felt the warmth of a woman in a long time. He fingers dance down to your panties, tracing them with his index finger from hip to hip. He then slides his finger down your slit slowly, feeling your wetness through the silk. 

He continues running his finger the length of your pussy and lifts his eyes back to yours. He pushes his hand underneath the material and drags his fingers through your folds. He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth when you shiver and the smallest, daintiest moan sneaks out through your lips. He coats his fingers with your natural lubricant and then brings them to his nose, taking a deep whiff, letting your scent fill his head. 

“God, you smell good.” He mutters.

His words are slurred, like he’s gotten drunk off of your smell. You watch as he rubs his cock through his jeans, pushing his hips into his hand slightly. Your breath starts to rush faster as you watch him, your cunt tightening at the sight. You reach forward and wrap your fingers around his thigh. 

You watch as he pops the button to his jeans and pulls the zipper down. He slides his jeans down his hips, pulling his hard cock free. He starts stroking himself as he returns his gaze to you. He palms your right breast in his free hand, squeezing your flesh firmly as he sweeps his fingers over the head of his cock before he slides his palm back down his thick shaft. A drop of cum spills from his slit and splashes against your stomach as he hand fucks himself above you. 

He moans again and releases your breast from his hand to pull at your panties. He pushes them down your thighs and leans down over you, letting the tip of his cock graze against your heat. He slips his dick through your folds and runs it the length of your clit and your opening, making you squirm underneath him. 

You grab his forearms as he starts to push at your slit, his cock finally breaking into you. You gasp and hiss as his girth spreads you open. You lift your hips, twisting them slightly as you slam your eyes closed. He’s easily the biggest you’ve encountered in your short years. It hurts - but in a good way. 

“Fuck,” he growls as he pulls out of you and then pushes back in, “Goddamn, baby. This is fuckin’,” his garbled words are fast and airy, not really making sense as they drop away.

You lick your lips as his hips dip into yours over and over and over again. Your wet muscles envelope him firmly, stretching and flexing with each of his thrusts, driving your octave higher and higher. He fucks you slow - like he’s savoring it- wanting to etch the feeling of your pussy into his skin so it’ll last him another year. 

Each push of his hips feels better and better, little explosions erupting throughout your body. You can hear how wet you are, the squish of his flesh pushing into you filling the car. You don’t ever remember feeling like this. The fear, the anxiety - the lust - all mixing and melting together, creating a weird sexual concoction. You feel like you’re high - slightly nauseous and completely out of control, but you look forward to what comes next. 

His thrusts get harder and deeper, faster as the minutes roll by. You gaze up at his eyes that have closed into slits. His mouth hangs open as quick, light puffs of air push out onto your face. He drops his head, his beard scratching your chin and lips. He smells good - clean, expensive. It grounds him for you, makes him human. It gives you a glimpse into the man he used to be. 

He falls on top of you, crushing his chest to yours as he grabs onto the ends of your naturally curly hair. He pulls hard, and you grunt as pain rips through your scalp. He starts to grunt as he pushes roughly into your body, his hips starting to falter.  He sucks your breast into his mouth, teasing your thick nipple with his tongue. He then moves to your chin, biting down on softly before he returns to your thick lips. 

He kisses you again. He smacks on your lips, pulling your bottom lip with his teeth before he lets it smack back against your face. He continues to nibble on your lips as he fucks into you as hard as he can, mumbling dirty epithets into your mouth as he tries to get himself off. 

You can feel the dull pull in your stomach and each slam of his hips into yours brings your orgasm closer and closer to the surface. You start to whine, digging your nails into his back as your legs start to shake. He fucks into once, twice, three more times and your orgasm flushes through you. Your toes curl, your breath hitches, your eyes slam shut as it rips a path through your body. 

Your pussy quakes and contracts around him, pulling out a deep, long grunt from him. Within seconds, you’re full of his spunk. Long, hot ribbons spill from his slit and coat your walls as he continues to pump his hips through it. You squeeze your muscles around him as he comes, wanting every last drop, every last string of silk. 

He drops his forehead to yours as his hot breath washes over your face. He focuses his breathing, pushing it purposefully out through his teeth before he drags in another deep breath. Before you can get used to his weight on top of you, he pushes up and away from you. He pulls out of you unceremoniously and falls back into the seat next to you. 

Embarrassment instantly flushes through you - your body warms, your eyes start to dart around the car as you reach for your panties and jeans. You sit up and readjust your breasts into your bra before nervously pushing your tank top back down. You cast your eyes to your shaky hands as your button up your shirt and then cross your arms over your chest, sinking into yourself. 

You feel like he’s mad at you or something, disgusted with you now that it’s over. You feel stupid for feeling bad for him. He is just a fucking asshole. He pushes open the door and slides out, waiting by the back of his car for you to emerge. You get out slowly, keeping your eyes away from his as you cross your arms over your chest protectively again. You jump when he slams the door shut to the black Audi and crosses behind it towards the drivers side without a word. 

You take a step back as the car roars to life and the reverse lights light up the dark parking lot. Your eyes water again as he backs out of the spot and drives off, without a second glance. You stand there in shock. You stare at his car as the break lights get smaller and smaller and then finally disappear. You blink into the darkness as your mind races. Your phone vibrates in your pocket, dragging you back into the present. You pull it out, and the time flashes against your screen. Break’s over. 

You drag your body back to your car, grabbing the cold french fries and watered down Sprite off of the roof. You toss the items into the garbage and push back into the small diner, swallowing hard as you make a b-line for the bathroom before anyone can notice you. You turn on the water and splash your face a few times before you wipe the droplets away. Your eyes are red and a little puffy, but it’s cold outside, you can use that and your seasonal allergies as an excuse. 

You take a final deep breath before running your hand over your hair, smoothing it down. You blink back at yourself in the mirror and then turn on your heel and move back out onto the floor. 

“You okay?” Belle asks.

You smile and nod, “Yeah, it’s cold as fuck outside.”

“Ugh, I know. I hate winter. I’m gonna take a quick smoke, okay? Be back in a flash.”

You just nod and smile again, grabbing a towel before walking out towards the tables and booths. Every time you start to think about what just happened, you push it away, zeroing your focus in on cleaning the table tops. You think about school. You think about getting home and taking a shower before climbing into bed. You think about the assignments you have due tomorrow. You won’t think about Andy Barber again. 

You’ll never see Andy Barber again.

Until you do.

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could you make a call platonic! andy barber imagine? the reader is an officer and is andy’s best friend. the reader is the one to arrest jacob and they get into an argument about it. it would be great if you could do that and you can also change it up a bit if you’d like but that’s just a summary (you can also decide wether you want them to make up or not) -ty 🙂

Platonic!Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Thanks for dropping in and your request! It really means a lot. 

Warnings: Angst, Language

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The morning had just started and you were gonna stop by a friends house before you go into work. You stopped by the cafe to grab a few cups of coffee before driving over in a police car.

You pulled up and saw someone step out. Taking the coffees you walked up and noticed it was Jacob. “Good morning, Jacob,” You spoke. The boy stops and shoves his hands in his pockets and forced a smile.

“Hey,” He says, you looked around, “Is your parents still home?” You asked. He nods his head, “Yeah, they are.”

You smiled at him, “Do you need a ride to the school? If you give me a second I can take you-”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll take the trail. Thank you. See...See ya,” He says. You grinned at him as he walks down the street and you walked up to the porch. Andy and Laurie were good parents. You never doubted them once. Andy was your friend for a long time. You probably knew him more than Laurie did. Which you didn’t brag about.

You reached the red door and knocked on it. 

It took a few minutes before someone opened the door. “Y/N,” Laurie sounded surprise, she looked almost frightened. You smiled, “Hey, Laurie. I just wanted to come by, see how you guys are doing. You know...” You shrug.

Andy comes in view over Laurie’s shoulder and his face drops, “Hi,” He said. Laurie smiles, “Do you want to come in?”

“Sure, I can’t stay for long but I just went by the cafe and grabbed you guys coffee?” You showed them the cups and they both grinned. “Thank you, please come in.” You walked in and placed the tray on the counter. 

Andy was in his usual suit and tie. You smiled at him, “I’m sorry to hear about Ben. I only saw him once or twice around the school.” Andy nods and hung his head low.

“We barely knew the parents and Ben but... it’s hard,” He says. You nod, “I hope Jacob is doing good, how was he?”

Laurie looks at Andy, her arms were crossed, “He’s doing okay. At least what he said.” 

You nod again. “Well... if there’s anything I can do. I’ll do it. I should head back to the station.” Andy nods, “I was gonna go there. Once you get there, I’ll be in a few minutes. I got to drop something off,” Andy looks at Laurie again and you smiled.

“Sure. I guess I’ll see you there. Bye, Laurie.”

“Bye, honey. Thanks for the coffee,” She says. You smiled, “Of course.” You gave Andy one last glance before heading out the house over to your car. Turning on your car, you glanced at the house one last time before driving down the street over to the station.

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You stopped in the front and hopped out, meeting Pam Duffy. “Officer L/N,” She says.

“Duffy.”

She grins at you before taking you up the station, “We got a guy, named Leonard Patz. He might be tied to the case, but we’re unsure.”

“Who asked for him?”

“Your friend. Andy,” You look over to mention of his name. Pam opens the door for you, giving her a small thanks as you walked in. You let Pam go first when someone called you over. “I’ll be up there in a minute,” You said, Pam nods and goes up the stars.

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“Y/N. You made it,” The man says, you stood by and looked at the cameras with the guy. 

“What’s his deal?” You asked.

“He’s assaulted a kid in the library, grabbed his junk and so here we have him here,” He replied, “Grabbed him from his work.” You look up to him and he looked very uncomfortable. Like a dog with its tail between its legs. 

You hear someone walk in and Andy comes in, “Morning.” The man in the chair nods, “Hey, morning.” Andy drops his jacket on the chair, “How’s it going?” He asked.

“Well, they got him to admit to being in the park the morning of. And that’s it so far.” Andy glanced at you, “How’s your morning so far?” He asked with a grin.

You sighed, “Long, but we’re getting there.” Andy smiles at you and his eyes dart over to the door causing you to look over.

“L/N, we just got called in for that search in the park. You coming?” The officer asked. You straightened up, “Yeah. I’m coming.” 

Andy looks over to you, “You’re on the search?” He asked.

You shrugged, “They’re mostly calling all officers in for it, so you’re going after... this. I’ll be there.” He nods with a grin. “I’ll see you there then.” You smiled as you walked away. Andy watched you disappear from his view.

.

“Officer L/N, the cop we’ve all been waiting for,” An officer calls, you walked over with a grin. “Anything yet?” You asked, the man looks around to the group of people with bright orange jackets. 

“Not much, yet, but we still have time.”

You look out to the forest and saw them kicking and bending over through the leaves looking for weapons or any signs of evidence they could use. You watched them, waiting for someone to blow the whistle. 

The K9 also in the search, sniffing through the brush. 

“Well, well, well... Look who came,” Someone says, you look over and spotted Andy’s black Audi car. You walked up as he stopped the car and rolled the window down. 

He leaned over to see you. “Hey, Andy,” You say. He smiles at you, “Any luck so far?”

You sighed, “Not yet, but we still have daylight left.” He looks around and glances at you, “Okay if I hang out here?” You held your hand up and dropped it, “Wherever you want.”

“I’ll just block your car in,” He jokes grinning at you. You smiled, “You do that, I might have to tow your car, Mr. Barber.” He smiles and rolls his window up, leaving you with a grin as he finds himself a spot in the road.

“You and Barber?” Dave asked, you walked over, “What about us?” You asked.

He grins, “Nothing.” You looked over and scoffed, “Whatever you’re thinking you’re stupid. I think you got the wrong coffee, Dave. Making you see things. Him and I are friends, don’t get any ideas.”

Dave holds his hands up and grinned, “I wasn’t even thinking.” Andy comes up with his hands in his pockets. He grinned up at you, “Morning, guys.”

“Mr. Barber,” Dave says.

Andy stands by you and he looks over, “Anything on Patz?” You asked. He looks out to the forest, “Duff’s saying he may not be the one but they’re just not looking hard enough.”

You tilt your head, “Well, maybe give it a few days. Once we find that knife, we’ll find out who it is.” You felt Andy shuffle next to you and sighed.

You all waited for something to be found or happen.

Andy was leaning on the car as you all waited. You glanced over your shoulder and spotted someone walking up. You leaned off it, “Is that Rifkin’s father?” Andy turns and follows your gaze.

Andy walks over to him and you watched from the distance. Dan Rifkin was Ben’s father, the kid who was murdered. He looked like he was upset, crying. You didn’t like that how tensed him and Andy were.

You could barely hear them but you knew it wasn’t good when Dan walked away and Andy immediately pulled out his phone.

Who was he calling?

You see him put down the phone and you walked over. “Andy? What happened?” You asked, looking over to Dan storming away. “I have to go,” He said.

You followed him, “Andy, tell me what’s going on?”

“Officer L/N!” Another officer calls, you stopped and Andy continued to his car. You watched him drive away and you turned to the officer who called you. “What?”

“We got a dispatch. They found the suspect.”

“Who is it?”

“Jacob Barber.”

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You drove to the Barber Residence and you checked the clock. It was 30 minutes after Jacob had just left school. You tried to reach Andy but he never picked up his phone. 

What’s his son got to do with Ben Rifkin’s murder? If you were the one to arrest his son. It would not end well. You loved Jacob. You took him to school sometimes. You hung out with him and he liked having you at the house for dinners. 

You reached the house to find other police cars. You stepped out and rushed over. The police brought their attention to you, “You know this family, right?”

“Yes, have you found Jacob?”

“No, we waited here for almost an hour. School ended 30 minutes ago,” You closed your eyes and muttered, “Shit.” You rubbed your forehead. “What’s going on now?”

“Duffy is coming with a warrant, we’ll be searching the house. They said they found a fingerprint on the body’s sweatshirt.” You shook your head. Everything was happening at the wrong time for you. This family was too happy to just have it crumble at their feet.

You just have to let it happen. It’s part of the job.

.

You stayed at the house in case Jacob did come home. You’d be the one to reassure him since he knew you. 

Everyone was looking at you because you knew the family more than they did. 

You knew the kid. The chief could possibly put you on leave for that reason. You hear a car zoom through and Andy pulled up half way in his driveway. The officers started to follow him.

“Mr. Barber,” The officer calls, Andy ignores him and rushes up. “Sir! You know this house is frozen-” Andy turns and points.

“You got a warrant, yet?” The officer doesn’t speak, “Yeah, I didn’t think so. It’s my house. I have a right to go inside.” You were the one who was gonna talk to him and reassure him but Duffy pulls in. “Andy!”

The man turns to Duffy who got out with the warrant in hand. He sighs and pulls away. You see her speak to him as you stood by the officers. To you it was hard to watch. 

Andy opens the front door and he says something to her before she nods at the officers. They all go in and you were the last one to go up his porch.

He looks over to you. “I’m sorry,” You said. He looks over and sighed. “I’m sure you are,” He says. You glanced at him and sighed. Andy never sounded like that. The tone he had wasn’t welcoming. 

You took that as a ‘go away’ sign and turned away. Walking back to your car to head back to the station.

“Dispatcher, what units are available for the search of Jacob Barber?” You stopped and looked down at the comm in the center console. You sighed and pulled it up to your mouth.

“10-4,” You say, changing the gear and drove off. Andy watched you go, dropping his head and sighed.

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After multiple calls to Jacob personally. You drove around for hours. Your windows rolled down to either call out to Jacob or hear sudden sounds. Andy called you multiple times, but you never picked it up. 

It was getting dark and you heard on the radio, they found the knife. You started to feel worried. If that knife has some trail of Jacob’s print, it could end there. You look over to the elementary school and thought to check there.

You got out with a flashlight and walked over to the play structure. You shined the light over the obstacles. “Jake? Buddy. It’s Y/N,” You called, walking further. You hear shuffling and turned the light to the swings. 

You turn to Jacob who sat on the swing. You walked forward, “Hey, bud.” You saw the tears fall down his cheeks as he looked up in fear. You took out your cuffs. You hated to do this to him. 

“I have to put these on you. Can you do that for me?” He stands up and you smiled at him. “Hands in front,” You cuffed his wrist but kept them a bit loose so it didn’t hurt him.

Taking him to your car, you gently sat him in the back. You grabbed his bag as well and dropped it in the passenger seat.

You turned on the car, “People have been looking for you. I was getting worried, Jake.”

“I didn’t do it,” He said. You look over in the rear view. “Do what?”

“Kill Ben. I... I didn’t do it. I just found him. He was just lying there on the ground and... I thought maybe he was hurt so I went over to pick him up... then I saw the blood and his eyes were open and...” He shifts and the tears stream down his face.

“I got scared and I ran...”

“And you didn’t tell anyone?” You asked, he lowers his head and shakes it. You frowned, “Why not?” He pierces his lips to prevent himself from breaking down in tear, you just nod.

“Okay.”

“I want my dad,” Your hand stops at the ignition as you stared forward. “Please... I want my dad...” He says. You closes your eyes and turned on the car, driving your way to the station.

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You walked in the station and the other officers reached for Jacob. “Please, be careful with him?” You asked they nod at you and Jacob looks over to you. “Don’t worry, your parents are coming.” He turns away and followed the officers as you let out a sigh.

Never in your life arrested a best friend’s child. It was hard. It’s like all the trust just crumbles at your feet and you can’t find the ways to pick them up and fix.

You wanted to wait for Andy. If Duffy told him you found him and arrested him, he might not even talk to you. 

You hear someone walk in and you turned to face Andy and Laurie. “Can I talk to you?” Andy asked. He sounded pissed. You looked at Laurie who was more worried than angry. He looks over to her, “Wait here, honey.” You followed Andy outside.

He meets the bottom of the stairs and turns to you, “What the hell are you doing?”

“What?” You asked.

“You arrested my son? What kind of friend does that?” He almost shouts. You stared at him in disbelief, “Andy, that was my job! It’s the law.”

“I don’t fucking care about the law, he didn’t do this.”

“I didn’t want to arrest your son. I love Jacob, you know that.”

“But you did it anyway,” He said. You scoffed, “If you have a problem of the arrest of your son, you can talk to the chief. That’s the law. So I suggest you understand them and let me do my job.”

“You’re ruining his life!”

“He ruined it himself if he’s the suspect!” You shout back. You watched Andy’s shoulders drop and he shakes his head. Andy drops his head and walks around you, heading back up the stairs.

He left you in the dark. You shook your head and placed your head in your hands and choked a sob. You walked back to your car and drove back home. 

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The next day, you didn’t call in for work. They asked you to be at the courthouse with the reporters. You rejected it and stayed at home. There was no reason for you to go to that court for Jacob. You didn’t want to be there and see Andy.

You regret what you said. It was fucked up. If Jacob wasn’t guilty, it would been worse. If you were... You didn’t want to think about that.

The news was showing the Barber family on the screen. You turned it off once you saw their faces and did things around the house. No calls from anyone throughout the day. 

Possibly one from your mother. Hearing about Andy and his family. It was nighttime and you were just about to go to bed. The  TV was on and you turned it off. The sound of walking was heard outside your yard.

You peaked through the curtains and didn’t see anyone. You hear your backyard light get triggered by the movement outside. You walk over and slid the door open.

You stood out and crossed your arms. “Hello?” You called, you turn back and grabbed your gun. You saw someone walk forward and you sighed.

“Jesus...” You whispered. Andy comes out in the darkness. He saw you with the gun in hand and sighs, “Sorry.” You placed the gun on the counter and crossed your arms. 

“What are you here for?” You asked.

He looks down at his feet and walks forward, “I wanted... I wanted to say I’m sorry.” He looks up, his hands in his grey jacket as he steps closer. “I shouldn’t have gotten upset. I was just scared.”

You nod at him, “I’m sorry, too. For what I said, I--I didn’t mean it.” He was close as you thought. He pressed his lips together and formed a grin. You forced a smile on yours and sighed. “Friends?”

He smiles, “Of course.” He watches as you lean forward and wrapped your arms around him. He sighs softly and hugs you back. “I might talk to Duffy about the Patz case.”

“I thought he wasn’t their priority now?”

“He is to me. There has to be some connection to him. I might need your help sometime,” He said. You sighed against his chest. “Just don’t get me fired. They almost put me on leave because I knew your son.”

“They might. But it doesn’t stop us from defending Jacob.”

~~~

Some ending there, could’ve been worse but thank you for that request!

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Can I request a girl's night out with cop Andy and reader? Reader goes out and Andy stays back home to watch their newborn. He makes sure to tease her about not getting arrested before she leaves or sends one of his cop friends to check in on Mrs Barber and friends

You toy with the knot of your skirt, adjusting and fixing the fabric while studying yourself in the mirror. Girls night had come around again and Andy was overeager to watch your newborn while you went out and had fun. He didn’t protest once when you told him you’d be gone the entire night and that you’d be crashing at Maria’s place.

“I’m almost done.” You turned, studying the olive green skirt that hung comfortably around your hips and the lace crop top that added a little flair. “And then I’ll be gone.”

Through the reflection of the mirror you could see Andy, his eyes on you while your newborn nestled against his chest. His lips were stretched into a small smile, prideful and soft as he watched you.

“What?” You turned to face him, curious about the specific look in his eyes and the shift of his smile from affectionate to teasing.

“Mrs. Barber,” Andy croons, gently stepping toward you to sweep his lips against yours for a tender kiss before you leave for the night, “you need to be on your best behaviour. Don’t get arrested.”

“Andy, I promise I’ll be on some…behaviour.” You replied with as much tease, kissing him and then your newborn’s forehead gently. “You make sure daddy behaves.”

“I mean it, Mrs. Barber. I don’t want to bail you out.” Andy followed you from the bedroom, prodding after you down the hall and stairs to the front entrance of your home, waiting with you while you slipped on your heels and grabbed your jacket.

“I promise I’ll try and be on my best behaviour.” You rolled your eyes, giving Andy a quick kiss and then your newborn before you rest your hand on the doorknob and pushed down. “I’ll call you when I’m about to leave.”

“Have fun, darling.” Andy watched you leave, he gently rocked your baby until your friends car had pulled out of the driveway and then he stepped away from the door.

Andy had settled your baby back into the chair swing, clasping the restraints to secure them, and then stepped into the kitchen. It was with amusement and admiration that Andy had reached for his cellphone, bringing it to his ear after dialling the number.

“Hey J, I need you to check in on Mrs. Barber for me around midnight, just make sure she makes it home okay.”

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[imaginedreamwrite]

Cop!Andy x reader: "elf" Andy has to take over being Santa at the police station last minute. Reader shows up and teases him about it, he steals a kiss or two or three hundred and a kid walks in on them making out

Christmas Countdown Day 24 — Get caught kissing Santa Clause

The last minute dash to gather more gifts and food bank items before the 25th had brought back the elf ears and the pointed shoes with silver bells that you loved so much. The transformation from cop to elf was one that you thoroughly enjoyed, seeing Andy out of the uniform and into something red and green was cute, almost as cute as the man himself when he whispered softly that he could get you on the nice list since he had connections to Santa.

“Since you could use all the help you can get,” Andy had cathartically mumbled into your lips as he stole you kisses in the corner of the station, preparing for his grand re-debut as an elf, “you seem to attract trouble.”

“You smash your exes car one time and suddenly you attract trouble-“ The moment between you fell silent, interrupted by one of his co-workers finding you at the back of the station, interrupting your attempt to steal each other’s breath.

“Barber, we need you to step in as Santa.” He had apologized with a half-crooked smile, holding up the red and white suit.

“Looks like you’ve been promoted.” You pat his cheek twice and stepped away from him, giving him a chance to grab the suit with one hand. “Maybe I’ll have the chance to talk to the big man myself, plead my case.”

“There’s going to be children, Mrs. Barber.” Andy pulled you back to his chest, hungrily kissing you with fervour. “You need to be on your best behaviour.”

“I’m good around children, it’s some of the adults I can’t stand.” You shrugged and tasked yourself with eloping Andy into an empty room at the station to get changed, taking the elf costume he was wearing and bunching it together as he slipped on the red Santa suit, and ultimately reached for the hat and fake beard.

“You know if Santa Clause looked like you, I’m sure more adults would believe in him.” you made the remark as Andy tried to fix the white beard, his blue eyes sparkling with deeply seeded intent to ruin you when this was done. “I know I would definitely be waiting under the tree wrapped in a bow.”

“You still can,” Andy’s husky voice was brimming with lust, his hands grasping hold of your hips as he spun you to face the door, walking out with you while his lips trailed along the shell of your ear. “You could be waiting for me under the tree in nothing but a ribbon.”

“Does anyone get Santa Clause anything for Christmas? What would he like for Christmas?” You hummed, turning again to face him.

“You,” Andy’s hands rest against your hips holding you against his chest as his lips crashed against yours, kissing you with every bought of passion that he could before he was swept away into the task of being Santa, “all I want is you.”

“Santa! Santa is kissing-“ You pulled away from him and looked over your shoulder, spying the row of kids were coming into the station, all of them having their eyes on you.

“Good luck explaining this one.” You laughed under your breath, standing on your tippy toes to kiss Andy’s cheek once more. “Merry Christmas, Santa Clause!”

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Ooooh third date with cop Andy and reader?

“When you said dress warm…” Andy hears you pause and he stops walking, turning halfway to help lift you onto the next portion of the rising hill that he’s scouted out. “…I didn’t think you meant we were going for a hike.”

“The third date, jailbird.” Andy teased, rubbing his hands up and down your arms to warm you from the sudden breeze. “I wanted to do something really nice.”

“Romantic spot or a dumping ground?” You poised the question, taking a quick glance around at the tent he’d set up, the thick padding of various blankets and a cooler. “What’re we doing?”

“Did you know that tonight is a perfect night to see the meteor shower? The sky will light up with them.” Andy led you from the trail to the setup he created, gently setting you down upon the blankets.

“I have tea, hot chocolate, spiced cider-” Andy draped a blanket around your shoulders and then passed to the cooler and hot thermal bag you didn’t see hidden behind the cooler.

“You thought of everything.” Pulling the blanket further around your shoulders, you turned your head and inhaled the smell from the blankets, something that was distinctly Andy.

“I have your favourite food.” Andy stepped away from the thermal bag with a takeout container in one hand and a thermos in the other, setting both by your feet. “With an extra kick.”

“Wow Andy…this is really nice.” You reached for the takeout container, gently popping the lid off and setting it to the side. “So stargazing, a meteor shower and a sleepover?”

“Did you wanna do something else?” He posed the question, coming to sit next to you. “I found this spot while working in conjuncture with forestry. They said it used to be a popular camping spot in the early ‘40s and ‘50s but people found favour in other places.”

“Its so beautiful out here,” you admired the peacefulness and the breathtaking glimmer of stars cast against an onyx background, “I never thought there could be so many stars.”

“Like I said, its the perfect night to see the meteor shower.” Andy whispered softly, drawing his arm around you slowly to give you an extra boost of warmth.

“If you’re trying to win me over…” you leaned against him and sighed. “Its absolutely working.”

“Good.”

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All I can think of is Sunday Brunch with Andy the morning after he arrested you

He can’t help it, the amusing laugh that falls from his lips when you glower at him and cross your arms over your chest. You don’t seem particularly fond of seeing him in the same brunch cafe you are, but given a second look, Andy sees a flicker of a grin on your face.

“Are you following me? Stalking is a crime you know. Wouldn’t look good for a cop.” You quip, eyebrows furrowed.

You’re not alone, you have two friends with you, and Andy waves at them when they watch you two together. Your friends are curious and then he sees recognition cross their faces, clearly you told them about him.

“Meg’s is the best place to get brunch here,” Andy skips over your comment, taking a moment to study you with admiration of the skater dress you wore and how it looked on you. “I was here first, jailbird.”

“You were not!” You deny his claim, the small banter between the two of you stealing your friends attention.

Andy glances at the other girls your with, taking stock in their overindulgent amusement, and even admiration of the connection between you two. It was heady, the sparks that flew between you and Andy, genuine chemistry that was as natural as it was easy.

“Sure about that?” Andy quips with a half-smirk on his face. “Are you staying out of trouble?”

“As long as that asshole doesn’t come near me.” Your disparaging comment about your ex had stirred another soft laugh, another beat of connectivity from you to him.

“I told you I didn’t want to put you in handcuffs again-“

“At least not like that!” One of your friends snorted, nudging you with a wicked laugh.

“Shut up,” you hissed and elbowed her back, “I didn’t slash any tires, or take a tire iron to his vehicle-“

“Good, glad you’re behaving yourself.” Andy nodded his head before he glanced at one of the free tables near the back. “I should let you spend time with your friends-“

“We forgot that we have exams to study for, we’re gonna go.” Your friends made an excuse, anything to get you two alone. “Y/N has been craving cheesecake stuffed waffles. I’m sure Andy could keep you company.”

“As long as you promise to be a good girl.” The spark in your eyes when he spoke, when he mentioned you being a good girl piqued his interest, and his eyes flashed with wonder.

“She promises!” Your friend spoke for you, stepping by you to head to the exit. “Or not, she likes being in cuffs.”

“Thanks for the heads up.” Andy’s eyes burned into yours, holding your gaze while your friends left. “Wanna grab a table, Mrs. Barber?”

“Fine,” you turned and began walking away from him, muttering under your breath, “stalker.”

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What are cop!Andy and Mrs barber up to at the moment?

A ball? With gowns and formal wear? — Jailbird

Its an annual policeman’s ball. I wanna go with you, Mrs. Barber. Would you come with me as my hellion date? — Mr. Barber

Are you gonna put me in cuffs? — Jailbird

Only if you’re bad, Mrs. Barber 😉— Mr. Barber

You had to remind yourself not to pick at your nails or chew the UV gel coat off. Your stomach had been in a constant flux of butterflies since you’d gotten ready and counted down the short time before Andy would arrive.

You were pacing back and forth in your apartment, your heart racing since Andy had texted you a picture of himself in his formal uniform. The colours and the stately cut of the dress uniform creating an image of a man who was beautiful and Adonis-like. He was breathtaking and striking all the like, and you were made nervous when he sent you that singular image.

Pulling up to your apartment — Mr. Barber

You exhaled sharply, almost as a hiss, and started toward the door. You paused and glanced down at the dress you chose, almost second guessing and debating whether you should change into something different.

Your dress hadn’t been as expensive as you imagined other women’s dresses were, and it had taken a long time to find one you really liked when you went shopping. It was navy blue and classic, unassuming with some sparkle and shine, a spaghetti strap down with a deep V slit that stopped at the middle of your left thigh.

“You look gorgeous.” Andy had given you a compliment within a single minute of you opening the door, your captivation with him just as powerful as his was with you.

“You like the dress?” You smoothed down the front, bubbling anxiousness rising in your belly. “Really?”

“You look breathtaking.” Andy appeared to pick you up with a corsage that matched the brought out the colour of your eyes, a perfect match for you and your gown.

Andy slipped the corsage around your wrist and extended the intimacy with a kiss to your lips, heat blooming between the two of you. The kiss was sweeping and world shifting, the ability to steal your heart and soul with a few moments.

“We should go,” Andy hummed and drew you against his side, “though part of me wants to keep you to myself.”

“We can skip out early,” you nudged Andy, smiling up at him.

“God, our wedding is gonna be good.”

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Cop!Andy takes future Mrs barber to a local Christmas festival, this time finally not dressed as elf

His appearance surprises you, so much so that you almost blister past him before you turn around and spy him waiting for you at the entrance gate. He’s waiting for you with a coy smirk on his face and his ocean blue eyes glinting with amusement.

Instead of a red and green elf costume or the police uniform you’d seen him in before, Andy Barber is wearing a thick flannel with a grey shirt and fake wash jeans that make his legs look miles long. His beard is freshly trimmed and only pieces of his hair is visible beneath his black toque.

“Andy.” You speak his name with a slight spike to the end, clearly surprised by him.

“Almost blew right past me, Mrs. Barber.” He continued the tease and struts, naturally struts, toward you. “Are you playing hard to get sweetheart? Or did you not recognize me?”

“I was expecting to see you in a costume. Ya know I was partial to the ears.” You retort and feel your breath constricting in your throat because he has no right to be that beautiful.

“Not today, missus.” He steps in line with you and brushes the outside of his hand against yours before he finally grasps it. “You look beautiful, honey.”

You’re not wearing anything special, not like some of the women who comes to these things with sleek winter sweater dresses or tiny skirts and act like they’re not cold. You know they probably feel confident because they obviously look good but you have to wonder if they actually feel good.

It wasn’t as if Boston was some hotspot in Winter, weather and temperature wise, it was still afflicted by storms.

Instead of dressed up, you chose something simple. You are wearing a pair of thick fleece lined leggings and a university hoodie, a men’s style that you got big on ourptose.

“That flannel looks comfortable. I’m gonna steal it.” You’re bold with your statement, hoping you can throw him off but instead he raises an eyebrow and his smirk widens.

“Do you like me putting you in cuffs that badly, Mrs. Barber?” Andy coos, seductively, and you shiver in response.

“Chippendales wanna be…” you mutter, his hand tightening on yours as a large group passes and you feel yourself haphazardly getting tossed around.

You note that in grabbing your hand he’s saving you from being thrown into a safety barrier, and your natural response was to step closer to him.

“What would you like to do first, Mrs. Barber?” Andy looks down at you as things calm, his eyes searching yours. “Apart from the obvious don’t break the law-“

“You take the fun out of everything.” You rolled your eyes and huffed, only momentarily, before you caught the sight of an outdoor rink.

“How good of a skater are you?” You begin walking toward the arena and the skate rentals, Andy following behind.

“We’re gonna find out, jailbird.”

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Did you get any day 8 requests yet? If not I would love to see some cop Andy and his reader. Maybe Andy's police department organizes a toy drive and every cop has his wife/partner joining which maybe makes Andy a little sad bc he's the only single one so reader comes and surprises him

Christmas countdown day 8 — Help organize/run a toy drive

“Nice to see you, Mrs. Barber. Staying out of trouble?” And had greet you with a crooked grin, the red and green elf hat on his head was slanted and he had traded in the usual uniform for a matching sweater and dark jeans.

“Nice hat, Buddy the Elf.” You had reached out without warrant and fixed the hat on his head, acutely brushing a few strands of his brunette hair out of his face. “No one else would come with you?”

“I was all alone until my future wife showed up.” Andy had chimed, his voice naturally pleasant, and then he drew his eyes upon the bags in your hands.

“I went shopping,” you set them on the table and rifled through before ultimately dumping them out, “I didn’t know what to get so-“

“Looks great. Thanks, sweetheart, although I gotta ask…” He rest his hand on yours, stilling you and making you falter. “…this isn’t an attempt to persuade an officer of the law is it?”

“I’m still not convinced you’re not a Chippendales stripper.” You hummed, raising an eyebrow while looking at him suspiciously. “Because I’ve seen cops before-“

“Exceptionally good looks,” Andy jested with you, smirking when you faltered again, “and you’ve got a silver tongue, little flirt.”

“Please-“

“Mrs. Barber,” Andy grabbed the items and started placing them back in the bag, “you’re with me. My little elf wife.”

“You’re gonna have to stop calling me Mrs. Barber eventually you know.” You surmised, following him as he walked toward a gift wrapping station where another few partners were set up.

“I first met my wife when I arrested her.” Andy winked, slipping his hands from your shoulders to your wrists, kissing the top of your head as you took a chair. “Watch out for her, she’s fiery.”

“And you’re annoying.” You stuck your tongue out at him and reached for a present, smiling and sighing under your breath.

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Let's get some cop!Andy x reader for under the mistletoe. Maybe she was arrested around Christmas time and on their first real date that mistletoe comes out of nowhere but is very much welcome

Christmas Countdown day 5 — get caught under the mistletoe

“Are you behaving, Mrs. Barber?” You wanted to roll your eyes and scoff at the teasing nature of his voice but the longer he called you that, the more attuned you’d been to the little jest.

His determination to claim that your love story started with your misbehaviour was starting to feel less like simple playfulness and more like an actual threat. Andy Barber, the handsome chippendale’s stripper you still claimed he was, is the kind of charming man who was going to sweep you off your feet without even trying.

The playfulness became a very really threat, because despite it only being the first date, you were definitely at risk of falling for a man like him.

“You make a convincing elf,” you eyed the green hat on his head and the fake pointed ears attached, “are you sure you’re really human?”

“I’m almost done and then we can go.” He had smiled small, glancing over his shoulder toward the kids that were still waiting to sit on Santa’s lap.

It was your first date and you should’ve been at dinner but Andy got looped into a community outreach program at the last minute, a chance for underprivileged kids to meet Santa and get presents. He offered to reschedule but the idea of seeing Andy dressed up like an elf was too hard to pass by.

“This is fun, I’m having fun.” You chimed, taking a step back as someone stepped through the entrance to Santa’s lane, your back hitting the edge of the walkway.

“Are you?” Andy crooned and reached out to cup your cheek, tilting your head back as the tip of his nose brushed against yours. “I haven’t lost the chance, Mrs. Barber?”

“Not-“ you tilted your head back further, spying the mistletoe hanging above the two of you. “Did you plan this?”

“Happy coincidence.” Andy’s lips grazed yours as he exhaled against you, mumbling sweet nothings when you leaned into him and the kiss. “There’s more mistletoe hanging around if you want-“

“Elf Barber, we need you over here.” One of the organizers cut the kiss short with the request, though Andy had taken the chance to kiss you once more before he ultimately pulled away.

“Don’t go anywhere, I’m almost done.”

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If cop!Andy had to assign a song to his future wife, it’d 💯 be Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood

I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights

I slashed a hole in all four tires

Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

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Alpha!silverfox!Steve Rogers

Asylum!Steve Rogers and nurse!Reader

Brave New World

Breathe You In

Curtis & Mousey

Jake Jensen & Pretty Girl

Jake Jensen & Princess

Lloyd & Pumpkin

Lycan!Steve Rogers & barista!Reader

Photo ask game drabbles

Silverfox!professor!Ari Levinson & his librarian

Silverfox!Bucky & Sweet Girl

Silverfox!Johnny Storm & Little flame

Silverfox!mechanic!Steve Rogers x nurse!Reader

Silverfox!paramedic!Bucky Barnes & Bambi

Werewolf!Ari Levinson & Sweetpea

Wildest Dreams

Six sentence smut — thick thighs, Stucky x reader

Johnny & Jake & plus-sized reader

Sugar & Spice welcome home Wednesday

Thick thighs save lives take out Tuesday

Mob!Andy & mob!Lloyd

Three reasons why…YAY Steve

Three reasons why…BB&B

Jefferson gets angry and runs off his cat familiar

Colin Shea hockey

Werewolf!Ari sleepy Sunday

Monster match-up orc!Curtis Everett

White werewolf!Bucky Barnes

Lycan!skinny!Steve Rogers

Lucas Lee university soulmate

Bucky and his ex wife (Bucky is an asshole)

Bucky loses Reader (Once Bitten, Twice Shy)

Steve x reader x Natasha (bisexual!reader)

Fae!Stucky find cat!shifter!Reader

Silverfox!Ransom Drysdale meets reader’s child

Silverfox!Nick Fowler

BT Ransom takes his omegas shopping

Chubby!Bucky takes care of Becca while reader’s gone

Demon!Curtis Everett x human!Reader

Death!Bucky Barnes x life!Reader

Demon!Curtis confronts readers ex

Pipsqueak makes a good tray for Nick and the team

Fae!Jefferson and his reader go to a festival

Construction!alpha!Curtis Everett

Nick introduces pipsqueak to his teammates

Silverfox!Nick Fowler

Kitty!Reader is saved and housed by fae!Curtis, her defender when Jefferson comes to collect her

Ceo!Ari meets plus-sized!Reader at her bakery

Alpha!biker!Steve and alpha!biker!Ari meet pregnant!omega!Reader

Chris Evans (rpf) x pregnant!one night stand!Reader

Demon!Curtis teases reader

Here’s Your Perfect (drabble)

Ari is in a rut, Ice Princess has to help him out

Werewolf!Curtis Everett meets his luna!Reader at his work

Soft!dark!Steve Rogers and his wife

Soft!dark!mob!Steve Rogers and his wife

Jake Seresin gets protective

Silverfox!biker!Steve meets Ladybug

Silverfox!cowboy!Curtis meets his bride at the airport

Silverfox!cowboy!Curtis & reader sleep together for the first time

Bucky meets Steve’s assistant (HFY)

Cop!Andy Barber x arrested!Reader — how they meet

A/b/o angst

Silverfox!lawyer!Andy Barber

Silverfox!mob!Steve Rogers

Werepanther!Andy Barber gets set up with human!Reader

Merman!Curtis Everett x nurse!Reader

Silverfox!Steve Rogers x Ladybug

Werewolf!Curtis Everett x human!Reader

Fae!Ransom Drysdale x human!Reader

Silverfox!cowboy!Curtis gives reader a sad goodbye