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.
