#Angela Lopez x reader

[augustvandyne]

Angela Lopez x reader

Angela is jelly because a rookie is hitting on reader rookie doesn’t realize they’re married until they have a group outing

i don’t like how this came out, so i apologize if you don’t enjoy it. also, picture whoever you want as the rookie!

jealousy

She heard your laugh from across the station.

The two of you had met when you were a rookie, and she was your training officer. But now you’d became a T.O., while Angela moved up to a detective.

It annoyed her because sometimes she’d only see you an hour a day until the two of you rejoined at home.

It also annoyed her, because it seemed that your new rookie couldn’t keep his hands or eyes to himself. He also had a way with words, as in, he was a flirt.

He’d only been there a few days, as the new group of rookies just came in, so you couldn’t blame him for not knowing you were married.

You didn’t even really know he was flirting with you, you just thought he was being nice. The two of you had just found a mutual hobby when you guys pulled the shop in.

You also don’t even notice that Angela is watching or even worried about the flirting.

He touches your arm, and Angela has to force herself to keep calm and collected at her desk.

It was nearing the end of the shift, about twenty minutes left or so, and Angela was tempted to just leave early with you.

But that idea flew out the door when she remembered everyone was going out tonight to celebrate Nolan’s birthday.

She clenches her jaw and tries to keep her focus on the computer, but your voice keeps making its way to her ears, and it’s distracting her.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” Nyla looks up with a bored expression on her face.

Angela bites her lip and looks to the side, debating on whether or not to tell Nyla.

“That rookie is flirting with Y/n,” Angela slightly squints.

“Well, she is gorgeous,” Nyla tilts her head to look at the two of you. “But, you know, maybe that’s his type.”

“Well my wife is not up for grabs,” Angela goes to stand, but Nyla keeps her from standing and tells her to sit back down.

“You’ll just make matters worse if you say something in the middle of the station,” Nyla shook her head. “Shifts almost over, they can’t possibly talk that long.”

Oh, but you do. Angela changes and comes out to see the two of you still going on and on about only god knows what.

You don’t even notice her standing there, really, until she says she’ll meet you in the car.

She hears you tell him it was nice talking and then, of course, you being the person you are, you invite him along to the celebration.

He accepts, and lets you know he’ll be by soon.

You change quickly and then head out to the car where Angela is impatiently waiting for you.

She drives in silence for a few minutes until you say, “Is something wrong?”

“No,” Angela shrugs it off.

“If you’re tired, we don’t have to go tonight,” You say.

“No, it’s Nolan. We’re going,” Angela keeps her eyes on the road, and you get the feeling something is wrong.

“Okay,” You push it to the back of your mind as Angela pulls the car into the bar parking lot.

As soon as you get out of the car, Angela is at your side, her arm wrapped around your waist.

Mostly everyone, minus the rookie is there, so it’s hard to miss them in the back corner.

Angela and you stand as you order your drinks, and that’s the exact time the rookie makes his entrance.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

He tilts his head closer to you so you can hear him, and that’s what has Angela losing it.

“Listen here, asshat,” Angela steps in front of you.

“Ange—“

“She’s married,” Angela blinks. “To me. So if you want to go after a married woman, go after someone else’s wife. She is mine, and you will stop touching, looking, and flirting with her. Have a nice night.”

Angela turns around to see you with your mouth open.

“What?” Angela has a hand on her hip, and you think it’s the hottest thing ever. “He needs to know what’s mine.”

You laugh and kiss her back when she smashes her lips into yours.

“That was hot,” Your grab her hand. “Now, let’s go celebrate Nolan’s birthday.”

#the rookie x reader #please ask me about them #the rookie #send anons #send asks #i love her #angela lopez x reader #angela lopez #angela lopez is mommy tbh

[currentlyfckingurmom]

Undercover

Angela Lopez x female reader (The Rookie)

“Officer Y/L/N,” Sergeant Grey calls, “Detectives Lopez and Harper want to see you.”

Your eyebrows rise in surprise. “Yes, sir.”

You make your way to the detectives’ desks, swallowing your nerves at the sight of Lopez before standing at attention. “Morning, detectives. Sergeant Grey said you wanted to see me?”

“Morning,  Y/L/N,” Harper greets. “We’ve got a case. We could use your skill set.”

“My skill set? What exactly do I have to offer that you don’t, ma’am? Hard to believe you need a patrol officer’s help. Big case?”

“Don’t undermine yourself,  Y/L/N. You’re smart. You’ve got good instincts. And you know this case inside and out,” Lopez cuts in. You swallow thickly at her praise, forcing the blush off of your face.

“The Tijuana Cartel?” You guess.

Lopez confirms it. “We’ve got an in. You and I are going undercover,” she smirks.

You nod, forcing yourself into business mode. “When are we doing this?”

“Tomorrow night. Which means we have today to prepare you.”

“This isn’t my first undercover op, Detective Lopez.”

“I know. We wouldn’t risk the case if we didn’t have faith in your abilities.”

You nod firmly. “I appreciate the vote of confidence.”

“You’ve earned it,” Harper assures. There’s a glint in her eyes that rouses a curiosity in you. She knows something.

You pull a chair up to their desks and review the case with the detectives. Several hours are spent delving into cover stories and planning before it’s time for a break. As Lopez and Harper bicker over what to get for lunch, you let your eyes trail over to Detective Lopez. Her eyes shine as she smiles at Harper, arguing that they get burritos way too often. Dark hair frames her face as she arches a brow at Harper’s claim that they hadn’t gotten burritos all week. 

“What do you think, Y/L/N?” Harper asks.

“Huh? Oh, uh—I, yeah, I’m fine with whatever.”

“That’s what I thought,” Harper says with a vaguely accusatory look as Lopez shoots you a lopsided smirk. 

“Y/L/N and I will go pick up the tacos,” Lopez says, motioning for you to follow her. You scramble out of your seat after staring for a moment too long, ignoring Harper’s laughter behind you.

“You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be. After last time…I can’t mess this up. Diaz needs to go away,” you mumble, remembering the barrel of his gun against your temple the last time you saw him.

“He won’t be there. Don’t worry. We’ll get him. If this op goes as planned, we’ll have enough to issue a warrant for his arrest.”

“Thank you, Detective Lopez.”

“You can call me Angela. We’ll be working together pretty closely the next couple of days.”

“Right, of course. In that case, call me Y/N.” Your eyes meet hers across the center console and your stomach flutters. You do your best to ignore it.

You nervously adjust the black blazer that rests over a lace corset top and black pants. As silly as it is, you’re almost nervous for Lopez to see you in something other than your uniform.

A knock on the door jars you from your thoughts. You open the door and smile in greeting before the grin drops entirely off your face.

Angela stands there in a long sparkly black dress. A deep V-neck and long leg slit leaves little to the imagination. Your eyes get stuck at the top of the slit where the beginnings of her hip are exposed.

She clears her throat and your eyes dart up to hers, finding an amused smirk on her face.

“You clean up alright, Y/L/N. Ready to go?” 

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I’m ready. You ready?”

“Always. Come on. We’ve got a party to attend.”

The two of you were undercover as girlfriends—not that anyone would even notice you at this huge party. Lights flashed and music pounded. A couple was having sex in one corner and a group of guys were playing poker in another.

You kept your arm wrapped securely around Angela’s waist—for the sake of your cover, of course. Her hand came to rest on an exposed sliver of skin on your stomach as the two of you stood near the bar. To anyone else, you looked like a drunken couple lost in their own world. But in reality, it was the perfect vantage point to keep an eye out.

Angela’s fingers pressed firmly into your stomach to get your attention. “There. Carlos. Diaz’s right hand man. Let’s go.”

Quietly, the two of you make your way across the dance floor—getting shoved against each other several times—and make your way down the hallway that Carlos disappeared into. The two of you stop outside the door he went into, leaning against the wood to hear what he was saying.

“Next week’s meeting is crucial. We can’t fuck this up. Anyone strays from the plan and Diaz will gut you like a pig, got it?”

You meet Angela’s eyes as another voice speaks too quietly to make out his words.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I was in the middle of something before you interrupted me. And she was hot.”

Your eyes widen as Carlos’ footsteps approach the door, and you grab Angela’s hand and drag her quickly down the hall. You slow to a semi-casual stroll.

Footsteps coming from the other direction pull a cuss from your lips as you realize that you’re being boxed in.

“Shit, we should call for backup,” Angela mumbles, her eyes darting around in search of an escape. The footsteps are growing close enough to have your heart thrumming.

“Do you trust me?”

“What? Of course I do,” she answers with confusion. Swallowing your nerves, you duck your head down and bring your lips to hers, pushing her back into the wall. She doesn’t kiss back at first, but then she understands your intentions and reciprocates. 

Her hands run down your sides, pulling you closer into her body. The footsteps fade to the back of your mind as you run your tongue over her bottom lip, moaning lowly when she grants access. With one hand against the wall next to her head, the other hand grabs her hip and brings it into your own. Her hand tangles in your hair as she tilts her head, finding a new angle that has the both of you moaning and pushing desperately for more.

“Who are you? You can’t be back here,” a deep, grainy voice cuts in. The two of you break the kiss but your hands remain on each other and your bodies against the wall.

“Uh, sorry, just got distracted,” you tell him with a laugh. “This dress should be illegal,” you add as your eyes rake over it.

“We just wanted some privacy. Only so much you can do before people begin to notice your hands under the table,” Angela says with a smirk. Holy fuck, I’m gonna die right here, right now, you think.

“Well you can’t be here. Get out. Now,” he grumbles.

“Of course. So sorry,” she giggles before pushing off the wall and dragging you down the hallway. You turn around and give the burly man a half-sorry shrug.

The two of you make it back to the car in silence. Adrenaline lights your bodies aflame and arousal has your hearts beating rapidly. Once seated in the car, the air turns thick and awkward.

“Um, I’m sorry if I crossed a line back there. I understand if you need to write me up, or–”

“Stop right there. It was good thinking. If we had been made, we might not be alive right now. Nobody’s being written up,” she promises. “Plus, it was a pretty good kiss,” she adds with a smirk.

“Just pretty good?” You laugh.

“Yeah, not half bad.” Her eyes dart down to your lips and your stomach tightens.

“Is it bad that I want to kiss you again?” You whisper.

“Yes. Definitely. But I think you should do it anyway,” she urges you.

Without hesitation, you lean in and meet her lips once more, sucking her plump bottom lip between yours and drawing a moan from her throat. Her tongue slips into her mouth as your hands roam desperately over her body that's separated from yours by the center console. Her hand dips beneath your blazer, toying with your waistband as her thumb slips beneath it. Her hand moves to the button of your slacks.

“Can I?” she breathes.

You nod, whispering “please” before a knock on the window interrupts your actions. Your bodies jolt apart at a speed that you briefly think might be inhuman. When you see the face that’s smirking outside the car window, your body fills with fear. “Oh no.”

Angela opens the window and Harper leans down, smiling evilly at the two of you. “So. You two have fun? What am I saying? Of course you are. Enough fun to forget that I could hear everything over comms.”

“Nyla–” Angela starts.

“Don’t. Your little secret is safe with me. It’s about time you two stopped making heart eyes at each other and actually did something about it,” she smirks.

#angela lopez #angela lopez x reader #the rookie #detective lopez #chenford #lucy chen x reader

[eternalbuckley]

i NEED a crossover between 911 and the rookie. like i am dying to see all my babies on one screen. I JUST NEED IT 😭 please abc… i‘m on my knees!

might just have to write my own crossover with a few characters at this point

#⚘; — talking ✧♡ #911 #the rookie #evan buckley #tim bradford #lucy chen #angela lopez #evan buckley x reader #tim bradford x reader #lucy chen x reader #angela lopez x reader

[targaryenluvs]

THE ROOKIE MASTERLIST

TIM BRADFORD

— his power (dark/mature themes)

summary: after providing a statement to an officer about a robbery, he seems to be everywhere. even after you start avoiding him.

— boots ft lucy chen (dark/mature themes)

summary: you never noticed just how dedicated your two best friends were to keeping you safe, and theirs.

LUCY CHEN

— boots ft tim bradford

summary: you never noticed just how dedicated your two best friends were to keeping you safe, and theirs.

JOHN NOLAN

— coming soon!

JACKSON WEST

— coming soon!

ANGELA LOPEZ

— coming soon!

TALIA BISHOP

— coming soon!

NYLA HARPER

— coming soon!

#the rookie #the rookie x reader #tim bradford x reader #tim bradford x fem!reader #tim bradford x you #lucy chen #lucy chen x reader #angela lopez x reader #jackson west x reader #john nolan x reader

[b0ng05]

Angela Lopez x fem reader

Smut mdi 18+

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Word Count: 1304

Summary: Angela comes home from work to her wife, and shes in the mood. Idk how else to describe it.

Also Not Proofread 💅

Master list/ Request list

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I was just finishing up some laundry, and occasionally throwing out random trash that Angela left sitting around the house. Found half a grilled cheese, I don’t know when she had a grilled cheese, so for all I know that probably could have been there for a few days.

As I press the button to start the washer, I hear the front door open and close. Angela’s boots cluttering against the floor as she walks in.

“Baby?” Angela calls out from the living room as she takes off her boots.

I walk out of the laundry room and greet her with a soft kiss to the cheek.

“Hey babe,” I say, a soft smile on my lips.

“I missed you today,” Angela whispers, leaning in to kiss me.

Our lips meet, and she wraps her arms around my waist, pulling me closer. I wrap my arms around the back of her neck, my nails trailing up and down the back of her neck gently. She lets out a soft sigh at the feeling, leaning into my touch, and pulling me even closer.

“I missed you too, my love.” I say with a smile after our lips part.

Her deep brown eyes glance between my eyes and my lips, distracted still.

“Care to explain why I found a grilled cheese in our bathroom?” I ask with a teasing smirk, as I pull her hair from its bun.

“So that’s where that went? Huh. Did you save it?” She asks with a playful grin, her hands softly caressing my waist, slyly moving to my lower back, sliding them lower with a smirk.

“Are you kidding? No. I didn’t save it, it looked like it went through war.” I laugh, running my hands through her hair gently.

“Damn shame.” She playfully grins, kissing me once more, this time more passionately.

Her tongue grazes my lip, asking for entrance, which I give. Our tongues swirl around in a mix of saliva and arousal. Her hands move from my lower back to my ass, caressing it as she pushes me against the wall. One of her hands moves to hold my thigh up by her waist while the other moves to my cheek, cupping it gently as we kiss.

As the kiss grows more heated, Angela lifts me up, carrying me to our bedroom. I kiss up and down the expense of her neck as she guides us there, earning low moans. As she sits on the bed, with me on her lap, she grabs my jaw with one hand, guiding me back to her plump lips for another breathtakingly heated kiss.

As we break into another heated makeout, her hands move back to my hips, grinding me down against her lap, earning a soft moan from me in return. She smirks into the kiss as she hears the sound. She moves her kisses down to my neck, kissing, licking, sucking, and biting. Repeating the process to cover my neck with her marks.

I bite my lower lip to keep from moaning louder. But as soon as my moans stop, Angela bites my pulsepoint a bit harder making me break my silence. She lets out a low sultry chuckle, running her hands under the hem of my shirt.

“You have the right to remain as loud as I want you, baby~” Angela teases, a playful grin on her lips.

“That was a bit of a turn off.” I tease, and stroke her cheek.

“Oh, and what about this?” She asks, her tone playful but a bit seductive, her hands slowly making their way under my bra to caress my breasts, her fingers gliding over the peaks of my breasts. She pulls my shirt off, taking my bra off after, not wasting any time.

“You gonna answer me or should I play a bit more, princess?” She teases, leaning down to kiss and trace my collarbone with her tongue slowly.

My cheeks grow redder and eyes flutter shut at the feeling. When she receives no answer, she flips our positions, laying me on my back as she leans over me. She leans down and begins to kiss from my collarbones to my breasts. She fondles one breast in her hand while kissing, licking, and sucking on the other. She makes sure to give them equal attention before kissing down to my stomach.

“So pretty, baby~” Angela praises, kissing down to my hip bone and sucking on it to leave another mark.

Her hands run down over my thighs, before one moves to rest over the button on my jeans.

“Is this okay honey?” She asks, pausing her kisses above the waistband of my jeans.

“Yes,” I nod, my cheeks a rosy tint as I look down into her deep brown eyes. I could only see the love, lust and admiration in her eyes as she looked back up at me.

She leans up and kisses me as her hands unbutton my jeans. She pulls them off my legs before sliding my panties down after them. Before she could move to kiss down between my thighs, I grabbed the front of her shirt, unbuttoning it as we kissed. I tug her shirt off, leaving her in a black lace bra and her work pants.

Before I could move to take off her other clothes, she pushed me back down on the bed.

“Let me focus on you right now, baby~” She whispers next to my ear before sliding down between my thighs.

She kissed my inner thighs, slowly trailing up higher. She moves one of her hands to my cunt, slowly tracing my soaked entrance with her finger. She moves her finger that was covered in my slick to her mouth, licking the wetness off her finger and letting out a low groan at the taste before lowering her mouth to my wet folds and taking a broad lick. I moan, my hand moving to tangle in her hair to bring her closer.

She smirks and looks up at me as she begins to suck, kiss, and lick on my clit, her finger moving back down and slipping inside me with ease. She begins to slowly thrust her finger inside me before adding another and going a bit faster. Her free hand moves to wrap around my waist, stilling my hips that had begun to buck into her. She keeps eye contact, her dark brown eyes darkened with lust as she watches the reactions she brings out of me.

She adds another finger and moves them faster, matching her mouth with the pace. I moan louder, my body burning with heat as I feel myself starting to build up to my release. My hands run through her dark hair, pushing it out of her way as she fastens her movements. She feels my cunt clenching around her fingers and goes even faster and harder, eager to see me release for her.

I moan louder and feel myself getting even closer.

“Yes~ Please don’t stop~ I’m so close baby,” I moan, my tone desperate as I feel myself about to release.

She doesn’t slow down but goes even faster. My back arches as I cum on her fingers. She slows her fingers and mouth but lets me ride out my orgasm. I start to catch my breath and she sucks my slick off her fingers before kissing me softly. She moves to lay down beside me, pulling me closer to lay my head on her chest.

I move to start kissing her chest but she stops me, her hand gently guiding my head to lay back down on her.

“What about you?” I ask, still a little breathless.

“Don’t worry about me right now, my love.” She whispers softly and kisses my forehead.

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Props if you got my reference of her leaving food around the house, ie: grilled cheese.

#angela lopez x reader #angela lopez x fem reader #angela lopez #the rookie #angela lopez x reader smut #angela lopez x fem reader smut

[chiefdirector]

Wounded | Angela Lopez | The Rookie

Despite it going against at least fifty rules, Angela couldn’t help herself. Sure it wasn’t illegal or anything but it just felt wrong. Grey had gone one hundred and one times about fraternising with people within the department, let alone with people within the precinct but she couldn't help herself. God, she really wished she had listened.

Of course, deep down she knew that it wasn’t her fault but that knowledge didn't stop the guilt from rising up every chance it got, haunting her like a ghost. Although she knew that wasn’t the only thing haunting her, the image of her wife, laid right in front of her so still that Angela almost thought that she was asleep, or she would have if she wasn’t drenched in her own blood.

The bullet wound embedded in Detective (Y/N) (L/N)’s side plagued Angela’s thoughts, both waking and asleep. Every time she closed her eyes she saw it. Every moment of silence all she could hear was her wife’s cries of agony, begging for someone to make it stop. Every peaceful moment Lopez had was burdened by the memory that she was powerless to help (Y/N) in the moment she needed her most.

She had fundamentally failed her. 

The universe had chosen them to come together.

(Y/N) had moved to the Mid-Wilshire precinct from Hollywood when her patrol partner had passed away in the line of duty. She was up for promotion, the detectives in her department had given her the tap pretty early into her career. The move made sense, she would get a fresh start, rebuild the confidence she had lost whilst not being tied down as the officer who shouldn’t have survived.

If only she had known that title would come back and follow her with a vengeance.

Their relationship blossomed quickly after they had met. Initially they had sworn themselves to secrecy, knowing how much grief they could have been subjected to but it didn’t take long for their colleagues to learn about their relationship. Grey, after a lot of convincing (and some begging on (Y/N)’ end)  had signed them both off to work in the same station, as long as Lopez never came directly under (Y/N)’ command. Romantic relationships had a lot more protections than most others, especially in police work. 

Lopez and (L/N) tended to move in sync, knowing what the other needs without even asking. When one moves, so does the other, like magnets. The benefits of having a pair like them was exceptional, until one would fall. So Lopez and (L/N) were split up, rarely working together unless it was the last option available. The liability of having one of them injured whilst the other was near was far too high. It wasn't worth the risk.

Angela thought the rules were a load of shit. 

It was only when Angela saw (Y/N) lying there, bleeding out, did she truly realise why the rules were the way they were, why they were so strict, and why she shouldn't have been on that operation that day.

It was her ignorance that had caused Jule to turn around and move towards her, trying to protect Angela from harm, subsequently fating herself to the suffering intended for Lopez. 

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The hospital was cold.

The sterile white walls pressed into Angela as she sat in the waiting room, Bradford and Grey by her side as they waited for any news on (Y/N)’ condition. The hustle and bustle of doctors, nurses, and patients alike barely registered in Lopez’s mind as she sat in the far to firm chair, staring at the floor. She had counted the floor tiles in the room six times before she registered that Tim had stepped out to get the three of them coffee.

She didn’t know how long she sat there, watching the world go by. It simultaneously felt like seconds and decades. She watched as families joined in her waiting and then left again. She listened to their cries of joy and the wails of anguish. All of the chatter and noise eventually fell into a quiet hum in the back of her mind as she counted the tiles on the floor once more.

It was the gentle tap of Sargent Grey that brought her crashing back to reality again. She snapped her head up at him, before searching around the room to see another surgeon standing at the doorway, a char in hand and a solemn look adorning his face.

“Family of (Y/N) (L/N)?” The surgeon called out again. Angela shot up from her seat at an almost inhuman speed. She swallowed down her nervousness as she approached him, now was not the time to be afraid, not when she could lose anything. She could be afraid in private.

“Yes,” she croaked out, wincing at how hoarse her voice sounded. Quickly, she coughed to clear her throat, “that’s me.”

“There were some complications during surgery. Ms. (L/N) had some severe internal bleeding that was not caught until later in the process and by that time it-”

The surgeon's voice droned out of Angela’s mind, becoming another noise in the background as she tried to process the words. She was no doctor but she knew that internal bleeding was never good. And with all the blood she had lost even before she had gotten to the hospital.

Every single possibility rushed through her mind as she fruitlessly tried to stabilise her breathing. This couldn’t be happening, not now. Not to her. The guilt sprung forth in her mind tenfold, Angela knew it should be her in that position, not her (Y/N). Anyone but her (Y/N). 

“Ms. Lopez. Do you understand what I am saying?”

For the second time in five minutes, Angela snapped back into reality, this time she was hyper focussed on the surgeon in front of her.

“What?” she said, her voice still meek.

“Ms. (L/N) is currently in recovery in the ICU.” The surgeon looked down at the officer, seemingly annoyed by her lack of presence when he spoke the first time, “she is ot conscious and due to the numerous complications, we do not have an estimate as to when she will wake up; if she will even wake up.”

“But she’s alive?”

“Yes, you can go up and see her shortly. The nurses are just cleaning her up from the surgery.”

Angela let out a breath she didn't know that she was holding at the doctor's words. She was alive. (Y/N) had made it through the surgery and she was alive. Angela could keep hoping and praying for her recovery because there was a chance that she could recover. There was a chance that she would wake up, that she would heal, that she would go home. There was a chance that she would live.

(Y/N) survived and now she had a chance, and Anegla knew that was enough.

Masterlist

@augustvandyne

#angela lopez #angela lopez x reader #the rookie x reader #the rookie #angela lopez imagine

[thecavalrywife]

Why is there almost no fic for The Rookie women?

They deserve some love as well.

#the rookie #the rookie fanfic #the rookie x reader #angela lopez #angela lopez imagine #angela lopez x reader #lucy chen #lucy chen imagine #lucy chen x reader #celina juarez #celina juarez imagine #celina juarez x reader #nyla harper #nyla harper x reader #nyla harper imagine #bailey nune #bailey nune x reader #bailey nune imagine #tamara collins #tamara collins imagine #tamara collins x reader #tamara colins #zoe andersen #zoe andersen imagine #zoe anderson #zoe andersen x reader

[multiversalwh0re]

The Rookie

✧ - Fluff  ♨ - Suggestive themes  ☾ - Angst ♾️ - Includes/Mentions pregnancy

John Nolan coming soon...

Lucy Chen coming soon...

Tim Bradford coming soon...

Angela Lopez coming soon...

Nyla Harper coming soon...

#the rookie #John Nolan #John Nolan x reader #Lucy Chen #Lucy Chen x reader #Tim Bradford #Tim Bradford x reader #Angela Lopez #Angela Lopez x reader #Nyla Harper #Nyla Harper x reader

[panic-in-the-multiverse]

Thinking about starting to write for The Rookie because I’ve already read like all fics out there and I’m like obsessed with Tim and Lucy I love them so much especially Tim

#the rookie #tim bradford #Lucy Chen #tim bradford x reader #tim bradford x you #tim bradford x teen!reader #lucy chen x reader #the rookie x reader #angela lopez #Angela Lopez x reader #x teen!reader #x reader #wesley evers #Wesley Evers x reader

[fandomnerd9602]

Could you do Angela Lopez x male!reader where y/n is a blind lawyer like Matt Murdock who has great hearing and knows how to fight despite being blind.

https://youtu.be/MNuTuM_oYJ0

Angela: hands up!

Y/N finishes off the last thug…

Y/N: you’ll find that all these thugs here are under the payroll of one mob boss.

Angela: why are you helping me?

Y/N: because Justice, like me, is blind

Y/N leaps off into the night…

#the rookie #angela lopez #vigilante #alyssa diaz #angela lopez x reader #Angela Lopez imagine #cop x vigilante

[augustvandyne]

Angela x reader

In a relationship but not out to everyone yet and they get caught after a undercover mission making out

i hope this doesn’t suck too bad lol.

also i had writers block which explains why i haven’t posted in a few days.. anyway, send in some asks because i have one for andy and im out!!

going undercover

You weren’t even completely sure how you got roped into this undercover op.

All you knew this morning was that there was an op, a description of what was going on, and that Lucy wanted in. So that meant you were leaving yourself out of it.

At least you were, up until Nyla and Grey had specifically asked for you.

Something about you being open about liking girls, and that was needed in this op.

You tried to explain that you didn’t want it, that Lucy wanted it and that she could act way better than you could—but Nyla was not having any of it.

She wanted you on this, and that was final.

But she also wanted, surprise surprise, Angela on this as well.

You already knew of the case, because the LAPD has been following it for almost a year now, and still haven’t been able to arrest the gang of three.

They were traffickers. For all of it. Drugs, guns, and people.

So your guys’ job was to keep tabs and to eventually bust them.

Angela would work at a bar to keep tabs on a few members who hung around there, and you’d keep hidden. Try to blend in along with the gang.

Angela hated the idea of putting you in that kind of danger, but she couldn’t say anything to jeopardize your guys’ relationship.

Nyla and Grey said the operation would take at least a week, so the two of you tried to see it as a good thing.

You’d be alone for a week—and you wouldn’t have to hide.

The two of you were sent home to pack your duffel bags, and then you were off.

There was a small apartment set up above the bar the two of you would be hanging around at for the next two weeks, and that was where the two of you would be staying.

You and Angela had the rest of your night to yourselves until the real job started tomorrow, and so the two of you spent your time in bed together.

You took turns holding each other, not knowing how much time the two of you would be able to spend holding each other within the next week.

Angela lays with her arms wrapped around you, your hand resting on her cheek as you lay with your head on her chest.

“No matter what happens—“

“Don’t think like that,” Angela cuts you off, lifting your head so you were looking at her. “ever.”

“I’m sorry Ange,” You look down, only to have Angela force your stare back up to her. “I can’t lose you.”

“And you won’t,” Angela gives a smirk. “I won’t have it. Not under my watch.”

She leans down, leaving a small peck on your lips.

You take in a breath, all the anxiety hitting you at once.

“I’m scared,” You admit.

“I know,” Angela presses her lips together, her eyes casting over you in a scared and concerned manner. “I am too.”

“We’ll watch out for each other,” You nod.

“I know we will,” She kisses your forehead and the two of you fall asleep that way. You, wrapped in her arms, your hand on her cheek, and her lips pressed against your head.

You were beginning to hate this undercover operation all together.

Not only did you hate watching Angela be buttered up and flirted with all night, but you also hated being ogled yourself. You could feel Angela’s stare on you, and you were worried she might give the two of you away.

You played into whatever the men had needed and they bought every single one of your words.

They’d let you in on when trades would be going on, and where, but Nyla and Grey insisted you wouldn’t be able to bust them until they saw it in action. They may just be bluffing, they told you.

And so they wanted you to get in on a trade, but Angela hated that idea.

When you guys had checked in a few nights before, she’d fought them on it, all but shouting at them. Nostrils flared, teeth bared, jaw clenched.

She would have started screaming at them, had you not put your hand on her thigh to calm her.

“We’re just on edge,” You’d said in order to keep the two of yours relationship a secret. “She doesn’t want me to die, that’s all.”

“I sure hope not,” Grey chuckled.

And since then Angela had kept a close eye on you. Dreading the moment the men gave in and gave you their full trust.

Which was the main reason you’d seen her eyes on you every time you looked up.

“We could use another round,” Pierce said, finishing his glass of beer off.

“No problem,” You smiled, placing your hands on the table to you could push yourself up.

The men stare at your behind as you sway your hips over to the counter.

“Another round,” You requested to Angela.

“I don’t like this,” Angela says, taking her time to pour the several beers.

“So you’ve said,” You laughed nervously. “The last four times I’ve come up here.”

“I don’t like you drinking this much,” She starts on the second cup.

“I’m still on my second,” You assured her. “The others are drinking my round.”

She gives you an angry look.

“When this is all over..”

“I’m going to smack you,” Angela squints at you.

“No you won’t,” You say cockily.

“You’re right,” Angela sighs. “I worry.”

“Don’t,” You cut her off. “There’s a trade tonight. They’ll take me. I’m sure of it.”

“This will all be over tomorrow,” Angela blinks, trying not to show excitement on the outside.

“It will,” You nod.

You grab the four beers and place them on the table several feet away.

“Drink up princess,” The boss, Leon, demands in a low voice. “We’ve got a long night ahead of us.”

“Us?” You tilt your head, your eyes locked on Angela’s as you down the rest of your beer.

“Us,” Keons right hand man, Noah, confirms, grabbing your hand from across the table.

It takes everything inside of you not to pull your hand away from him and hurl.

It also takes everything inside of Angela not to march over to the table you’re at and kick all three of the guys’ asses, but she is able to contain herself and help the next customer in line.

To Leon’s word, the three of them do bring you along to the trade, although you didn’t realize you’d be the thing they were trading for the human portion of the trade until you arrived.

Thankfully, they’d needed another round before heading out, and you’d given Angela the location and time.

When they pulled up to the destination, you prayed Angela, Nyla and a team were somewhere around the place to save you.

You’d played as nice as you could as the trade was going about. You smiled nicely, and did whatever Pierce, Leon, and Noah asked of you.

You were beginning to give up hope as they handed you off to the man who bought the big three, just as they were busted.

“LAPD!” Nyla stood behind the three of them, who got shot the second they reached for their own guns.

“Down!” You heard your girlfriend shout, and so you did. You dropped to the ground, the grip of the man behind you releasing as he’d been shot in the shoulder from above.

You looked up to see Angela above with her sniper.

“Clear!” Nyla shouted as the man behind you fell to the ground in pain.

Lucy and the rest of the gang came out from their hiding spots.

You launched off the ground into Lucy’s arms, needing the feeling safety.

“Where’s Angela?” You looked around frantically.

“I don’t know,” Lucy says, holding onto you tighter. “I’m just glad you’re okay. And I promise I’m not mad over you getting the part. I don’t know what I would have done in this position. And you did this on three beers? I would’ve been dead on my feet—“

“I love you, Lucy, but you’re breaking me,” You wheeze out.

“Oh, I’m sorry—“

“Officer Chen!”

“I’ll be back,” Lucy gives you one last squeeze before hurrying off in the direction of where her name was called.

You made sure no one was watching you as you all but sprinted in the direction of where you last saw Angela.

She caught you off guard as she grabbed you and pushed you against one of the many large shipping containers that are placed around the docking yard.

“I hate you,” Angela all but growls in your face.

“No you don’t,” You grab her head in your hands and pull her down to your face.

“You’re right,” Angela breathes out.

“I’m okay. I promise.”

“You better be,” Angela pulls her lips away from yours, looking over you for any scratches, just to be sure.

“I am,” You insist. “From now on, no more undercover. I need to make sure you’re okay too, I love you and I can’t lose you either.” You say, pulling her face closer to yours, everything around you drowning out.

“Oh-“ Grey turns away as Nyla comes to see what it is.

Angela pulls herself away from you as you put your hands up to your face.

“What-“ Lucy says with wide eyes.

“How long has this..” Nyla points between the two of you.

“Uh..” You make a face behind your hands.

“Hm.”

“How did you even hide this?” Tim shakes his head.

“We’re very good?” Angela scratches her head.

“My office,” Grey says looking between the two of you. “First thing tomorrow morning.”

“How—“ Lucy just shakes her head.

“Sir—“

“I have a feeling this will still be going on, and we’ll need to fill out paper work,” Grey nods, turning to walk away, everyone but Lucy turning to follow.

They were in disbelief, to say the least.

You lick your lips nervously, “No problem.”

Angela chuckles, turning back to you, taking one of your hands in her own. She lifts your knuckles to her lips and gives them a soft kiss.

“Let’s go home.”

“I just— how?!” Lucy says as the two of you leave the secluded space.

#the rookie #the rookie x reader #angela lopez #please ask me about miss angela #ask about her pleaseeeee #send asks #wlw post #angela lopez x reader #gorgeous #pretty please #i love you!!! #lucy chen #nyla harper #wade grey #lapd

[currentlyfckingurmom]

Under Covers

(Undercover part two)

Warnings: smut i guess?

“Did you hear about Aaron and Celina? Rumor is they’re together,” Angela says from the drivers seat.

“Yeah, I heard something about that. I don’t believe it.”

“Well, apparently Sergeant Grey is making Bradford and Nolan talk to them about it.”

“Oh…Is that—Is it against the rules? To date another officer?” You ask nervously, trying to be subtle.

“Not exactly. No bylaws against it, but Grey doesn’t like it. And it’s a shit ton of paperwork.”

You remain silent as you think about the countless nights and soft kisses shared between you and Detective Lopez. The way she looked at you when no one was watching. The way you made her coffee and kissed her cheek before you left for work.

Did you need to file paperwork?

“So…Who needs to file the paperwork? Like, um, what…circumstances require it?”

Angela looks at you with a smirk and you know that she knows what you’re getting at. “Well, if two cops are dating then they need to file the paperwork. But nobody bothers with it unless the relationship is serious. It’s a waste of time if it’s only a fling.”

She is torturing you, you think.

“So, like, do you think we should do it?”

“I don’t know, Y/L/N. Should we?”

She is absolutely, 100% fucking with you. And it is working.

“Uh,” you laugh nervously. You swallow the lump in your throat and prepare for the inevitable word vomit. “Look, Ángel, I don’t know about you but I am in this. I really care about you and I don’t want this to be just a fling. I will file all the awkward and invasive paperwork if it means I get to hold your hand and ride to work with you. What do you think?”

“I think that I got the paperwork from HR two weeks ago and all it needs is your signature.” She smiles wide and squeezes your thigh.

“Oh,” you breathe. “¡Oh, eres un pendejo! Don’t fuck with me like that!”

“Aw, but it’s so fun.”

“Puta.”

After and awkward conversation with Sergeant Grey (though he claims to have suspected it for months), your relationship is out in the open and all the proper paperwork has been filed.

You walk to the locker room together to get changed for your date. There’s nobody else inside the room, so you snake your arms around her waist and kiss her forehead.

“So now that we’re officially dating, I can do this, right?”

You bring your lips to hers and kiss her soft and slow, but she grips your hair tight you find yourself walking her backward into the lockers.

“Anyone could walk in right now,” she pants.

“Mm, but you like that, don’t you? You’d love for everyone here to know that you’re my pretty little ángel, no? Big bad Detective Lopez, falling apart on my fingers in the locker room. Do you want that, mi amor?”

“We have a reservation,” she sighs as your lips move down her neck. You groan in frustration with your head buried in the crook of her neck.

The heated kiss quickly turns into a soft embrace.

“Angela?”

“Hm, cariño?”

“¿Serás mi novia?”

“Ya soy.”

#angela lopez x reader #angela lopez #the rookie #chenford

[eternalbuckley]

the urge to start writing for the rookie characters x reader is growing each day but i kinda don’t want to write for too many fandoms as well for some reason? i don’t know, i‘m probably just gonna go for it and see where it get but idk 😭 like currently i have three different fandoms i actively write for ??? god i hate it

#⚘; — talking ✧♡ #the rookie #the rookie x reader #lucy chen x reader #lucy chen #tim bradford x reader #tim bradford #angela lopez x reader #angela lopez

[toomanyfandomsimfanvergent]

New Characters I write for!

I have finished "The Rookie" and I am now writing for these characters from the show:

Angela Lopez

Wesley Evers

Tim Bradford

Lucy Chen

Aaron Thorsen

Jackson West

#The rookie #the rookie fanfic #the rookie abc #tim bradford x reader #tim bradford #angela lopez #Angela Lopez x reader #wesley evers #Wesley evers x reader #aaron thorsen #Aaron thorsen x reader #jackson west #Jackson west x reader

[b0ng05]

being a t.o. and hanging out with with your detective wife angela while she finishes working. she even lets you sit on her lap while she finishes work? please write something along these lines. i NEED

Word Count: 747

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I was walking down the hall of the precinct to Angela’s office. My backpack strung over my shoulder as I knocked on the wooden door three times. I smiled when I heard her voice echo from behind the door, a quiet muffled ‘Come in,’.

I open the door quietly as I enter, closing the door behind me softly so as to not disrupt her. I set my backpack on the floor near her desk.

“Hey honey,” I say softly with a smile, snaking my arms around her shoulders from behind her desk chair.

“Hey gorgeous, how has your day been?” She asks with a small smile as she continues to fill out paperwork on her computer.

“Same shit, different day,” I say with a small smile, leaning down to kiss her cheek, “But, I did miss you a lot,” I say sheepishly.

At my words, Angela’s hands move from the keyboard, taking one of my hands to bring me to the side of the chair as she pushes it back to gently guide me onto her lap. A loving smile on her face as she rubs my outer thigh with her hand.

“I missed you too, pretty girl,” She says, guiding my chin down with her thumb and finger for a small kiss.

I grin and adjust myself so I straddle her lap, and kiss her cheek, my hand caressing her jaw.

“How much more paperwork do you have left?” I ask softly as I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

“A few more papers and then we can go home, but with you on my lap like this, I’m thinkin’ I can get done in 30 minutes tops,” She smirks and caresses my hips softly as she pushes the chair closer to the desk to continue working.

“So I’m your motivation here?” I giggle as I rest my head on her shoulder, kissing the underside of her jaw sweetly.

“When are you not~?” She teases, kissing my forehead, her fingers dancing around the keyboard as she works, “But also the fact that I really want to watch Criminal Minds tonight,” She says with a playful sigh.

“Oh how charming.” I say sarcastically with a small laugh, softly running my hand through her hair.

“God I know, I’m just your knight in shining armor, huh? I’d fight a dragon for you and everything,” She plays along, that smirk along her lips.

“I’m a strong independent woman, thank you very much,” I say mocking playful offense, my hand clutching my imaginary pearls.

“Uhuh, you say that as you’re sitting on my lap, waiting for me to get done working,” She teases, her eyebrow quirking up playfully.

“If I remember correctly, you are the one who pulled me into her lap.” I smirk and kiss her cheek.

Her cheeks blush slightly, she playfully and lightly slaps my butt, making me let out a quiet yelp and a giggle.

“Hush, don’t act like you don’t love it~” She teases, as her hands return to her keyboard.

“Never said I didn’t love it~” I tease back and kiss her cheek.

She smirks and kisses my cheek in return before turning her focus back to her work. I smile and rest my head in the crook of her neck as she continues to work. The scent of her cardamom, sandalwood and lavender perfume fills my senses.

The sound of her fingers tapping against her keyboard and the click of her mouse fill the room. The exhaustion of the day started to weigh down on me now that I had the comfort of Angela’s presence. She swayed the chair slowly as she continued to work, making my eyes feel even heavier.

Soon enough, Angela feels my weight slump against her as she works, a soft smile lifting her lips as she glances down at me. She leans down and kisses my forehead softly, moving one of her hands off the keyboard to softly rub my back as she uses her other hand to continue working. She knew it would make her work slower, but she couldn’t help herself.

30 minutes later, Angela softly strokes my cheek.

“Hey… Hey honey, wake up, it’s time to go,” She says softly as she kisses my forehead.

I stir awake, my eyes fluttering open. I let out a muted yawn as I stretch in Angela’s lap.

“Criminal Minds time?” I ask, my voice still filled with sleep.

Angela lets out a chuckle, “Criminal Minds time.”

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Author's Note/ I'm gonna be working on the things in my inbox, feel free to send more requests :)

#angela lopez x reader #angela lopez

[chiefdirector]

Angela Lopez

If i wrote for Angela Lopez, would anyone be interested?

#chiefdirector #angela lopez #angela lopez x reader #the rookie #tim bradford x reader