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margoton20-blog · 13 hours
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Lucy wearing Tim's necklace ✨️❤️
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renegadesstuff · 2 days
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She is not wearing Tim's necklace...🥺😭
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summerongrand · 2 months
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Some initial thoughts about 6x03 ...💭
I'm gonna do a deeper analysis into 6x03 (and 6x02) during the 2-week hiatus. But I wanted to say this ...
In an effort to unstick the sticky and unignore the ignored, I'm going to be starting more discussions about intersectionality, specifically gender and race. The more we talk about it, the more comfortable it gets for everyone. My hope is that we can all learn from each other through these conversations. These conversations, at least on my part, will all take place within the context of the show.
It's imperative to have conversations about gender in the workplace. I love that we are already doing this.
I also want us to keep in mind that being a WOC adds an additional layer of complexity for all of our favorite women on The Rookie. It's imperative to talk about this as we talk about gender.
So while we're having conversations about gender in the workplace, let's not be afraid to get sticky and talk about the challenges that WOC face.
Cuz, even though we're not talking about (yet), this was on full display tonight through Lucy.
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theflyindutchwoman · 2 months
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You know, the more I think about it, the more I feel like this episode was the beginning of untangling this whole web of 'lies' that Tim and Lucy have been telling each other - and telling themselves - when it comes to undercover… One thread at a time. This episode zeroed in on Tim's thread and how he truly thought he was fine with Lucy doing undercover work. How he needed a lie detector to realise just how deep his denial was. And while yes, it seems that the onus was all on him here, the narrative did imply that Lucy might have a similar issue. The way she immediately denied the possibility that she might be projecting mirrored Tim's similar objections. Right now she's all focused on him… but the seed is there. This is just the beginning of the unravelling so they can get to that place of honesty - with one another and with themselves. I get the feeling that we will soon get to pull Lucy's thread and explore her side of the story and her doubts. (Or maybe that's just wishful thinking on my part).
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currentlyfckingurmom · 9 months
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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.
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karihighman · 2 months
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This Chenford moment 🏆❤️🔂 until forever
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sylvies-chen · 2 months
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ok still not going to gloss over the idea that anyone could possibly have it out for lucy SHE HAS DONE NOTHING WRONG IN HER LIFE EVER
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queseraone · 2 months
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Sooooo back in 5x19, the detective’s exam was two weeks away. It's been several episodes, including a six week time jump... this show 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️😂😂
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dylanconrique · 1 month
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if anybody on this goddamn show deserves to have a completely stress free wedding, where not one! single thing!! goes wrong!!!! it's tim and lucy.
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watmalik · 2 months
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Fuuuuine, I may have gotten distracted by Tim wearing his metro uniform again that I forgot to talk about his facial expressions on this screen cap, would you say this is “I’m worried about Lucy” face or just him being focus on this random new case 🤔
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thesedarkcafedays · 1 year
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The Rookie | Nyla Harper and Lucy Chen in
3.06 Revelations 5.07 Crossfire
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renegadesstuff · 2 months
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Lucy wearing Tim's necklace 🥹🤎
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summerongrand · 2 months
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✨ Metro Sergeant Lucy Chen ✨
Speaking that into existence right now.
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Someone at work maneuvers a five player trade so that every single person gets a job they want more than the one they currently have and I’m happy for them. RIP to the fictional LAPD but I’m different.
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Lucy had thought she was just joining Nyla and Angela for drinks that evening, but when she gets to the food trucks with the margarita stand it seems like the entire station is crowded around two picnic tables, even Smitty. It’s really not what she had in mind for her evening and she almost turns around before Angela, who is of course sitting next to Tim, spots her and hollers her over. 
“Chen! I’ve already got you a margarita.” 
“Cheers,” Lucy sits, squishing between Nyla and Angela so she doesn’t have to sit next to Tim, he seems as equally uninterested in being close to her as he avoids eye contact and Lucy’s stomach sinks. Seems like they’re back to their old status quo of disinterest and avoidance. 
Lucy lets Angela show her photos of Jack and is relieved to find that the burn of tequila and the cute baby pictures makes a dent in her apathy. She feels warm, safe and loved by the two women on either side of her and she lets herself bask in it, lets it fill her up, the happy chatter of her friends and colleagues surrounds her and it’s a balm for her loneliness. 
There’s another table of detectives, Lucy vaguely recognizes some of them from Guns and Gangs and her attention is caught when one of them stands and makes his way over with two beers in hand. He’s undoubtedly handsome but Lucy considers herself immune to hot cops these days, even the tall ones with great hair and nice eyes. 
“Hey Bradford, I figured I owed you a beer for those Dodger tickets.” 
“Bases were loaded and Taylor hit a home run to win the game. You definitely owe me a beer.” Tim laughs and grabs the offered beer before motioning at the table, “Everyone this is Detective Singh, Singh this is everyone.” 
Singh does the expected introductions around the table, offering waves and when he gets to Lucy, his gaze lingers, eyes flicking over her high ponytail and painted on red lips. Singh reaches out his hand towards her and she accepts it, “Hey, I’m Jay.” 
Nyla snorts next to her, “Sure, Lucy gets a first name.” 
Lucy’s cheeks heat up but Jay seems completely unperturbed by her friend's comment, if anything his grin gets wider. 
“Lucy Chen.” 
Jay takes an excited step back, taking her in, the admiration more than just physical attraction now, “Officer Chen, in the flesh! I tried to steal you away this week for a four day UC op. I’d heard good things about your work from Sergeant Murray in Narcotics, but Bradford said you had a big case he needed your help on and couldn’t stand to lose you.” 
Something ugly and heavy settles in Lucy’s stomach as his words sink in. There was no big case. Lucy had helped Tim fill out boring paperwork all week for patrol traffic duty, a monotonous never-ending task that made the week drag on forever. She can feel Tim’s eyes on her but she ignores him, takes a fortifying sip of her margarita and a deep breath, remembers everything from her UC training and says in what she hopes is a convincing casual tone, “Huh, he didn’t mention it.” 
Imagine the fight Lucy/ Tim have in this chapter with the fiery energy Lucy has from 2x01🔥🔥🔥
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And of course introducing Detective Jay Singh with this GIF for the girls 😘
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karihighman · 3 months
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Hiiiii Det. Lopez we love you 😎⬇️
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THE ROOKIE S6 TEASER TRAILER ⬇️
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