kim burgess and hailey upton are dating ミ☆

Multi-Fandom🥰 20🤪 She/They🌻 Jemily Theorist🦋 “Like she’s gay, get over it.” ~Mari🌷 Alex Blake lover 🥺 “Don’t die” josh stewart @ me 😱 Alex Blake lover 🥺 5-5-20 ~ Queen P 🥳

[jaysbvpton]

Masterlist

Chicago PD

AUs:

Whispers

twitters

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two

three

four

five

six

seven

eight

nine

ten

eleven

twelve

Burgstead:

I love you

one

two

three

Out of Control - Social media AU

twitters

one

two

three

four

five

six

seven

Bupstead:

Incorrects

one

two

three

four

[emilys-bangs]

Emily braiding Baran's hair before bed. It's more of a ritual, done in the quiet gold of their bedroom, sewn in between low bits of conversation.

She's so careful as she sections Baran's hair, gently separating the curls and watching them bounce. She's mesmerized by the threads of highlights running through it. Enamored by its softness, the way the curls wrap around her fingers like vines. Baran feels her lingering but doesn't rush her. There's something in this, feeling the slightest tug at her scalp, Emily's warmth solid at her back. Her hands, with her short nails and calloused palms, pull her hair into the loosest sense of a braid. Her knuckles brush Baran's back as she continues braiding, down, down, until she reaches the tips. No hair tie, because it'll dent Baran's curls in the morning.

When she's done, she swings the braid over Baran's shoulder. Leans down, finds the exposed nape of her neck, kisses the soft skin and the ridge of bone. Baran's skin, as always, tastes sweet. Almond oil and silkiness, and Emily wets her lips, feels it inside her mouth, lingering on the ridges of her teeth.

[kcnsas]

BARAN AL-HASHIMI and the symptoms of psychogenic non-epileptic absence seizures.

[rusticfurnace]

dr mcsassy pants

[itsfelixiguess]

[onlyonesillytown]

WOOOOOOOO

[hello-shell]

Am so heartbroken for her and Jesse. Rest easy Nala. You will be dearly missed by all in this fandom 😢😭😩

[elusivist]

Guys 2014 is in two months

[safficranger]

Fake Scenarios In My Head #30

The precinct hummed quietly, the soft rustle of papers and the distant ringing of phones creating a steady background as Alex sat across from Olivia, both absorbed in their work. Hours had passed, the day blurring into evening, but neither of them paid much attention to the time. The case had them stumped, and they were determined to find a new lead, reviewing old notes and statements with fresh eyes.

“Look at this,” Alex said, leaning over the desk as she slid a report toward Olivia. Her finger traced a line in the document, pointing to something she’d just noticed. In doing so, the sleeve of her blazer shifted up, exposing her wrist. Olivia’s eyes caught on the pale skin, her gaze freezing as she noticed something unusual. A bruise, faint but undeniable — and worse, it wasn’t just a smudge of color. It looked like the distinct imprint of fingers.

Olivia blinked, unsure if she’d seen right. But as Alex moved her hand again, the light caught it perfectly — an unmistakable mark of someone’s grip around her wrist. Olivia felt a rush of concern bloom in her chest. Who had grabbed Alex like that? Had someone hurt her?

“Alex,” Olivia said quietly, careful not to alarm her, “what happened to your wrist?”

Alex froze, her train of thought cut off. She blinked in confusion, her gaze following Olivia’s to her exposed wrist. For a split second, she didn’t seem to understand. Then her eyes widened slightly, realizing what Olivia was seeing. She tugged her sleeve down, a small flush creeping up her neck and into her cheeks.

“Oh,” she said, her voice a little awkward, her reaction clearly showing she hadn’t meant to reveal that. She looked away briefly, biting her lip. “That… um, I forgot about it.”

Olivia didn’t miss the way Alex’s cheeks colored. It wasn’t like Alex to be this flustered. A woman so in control, so measured, she rarely let things slip. But this was different. Olivia’s heart pounded with concern, her mind already leaping to the worst scenarios. “Alex, those are finger marks.”

Alex swallowed, shifting in her seat, clearly not eager to talk about it. But seeing the genuine worry etched on Olivia’s face, she seemed to realize she couldn’t just brush it off. She glanced around, making sure no one was within earshot, then leaned back slightly, her voice softer.

“Look, it’s not what you think,” Alex began, still a bit hesitant. She wasn’t someone who shared the details of her personal life, much less her sex life, but in this case, she knew she had to say something to put Olivia at ease. “It’s from Casey.”

Olivia’s eyes widened. “Casey?” She felt a jolt of shock, trying to wrap her head around it. Casey Novak? The idea of Casey hurting Alex, leaving those marks, twisted something in her gut. She had no idea what to make of this. It just didn`t made sense.

Seeing the immediate concern on Olivia’s face, Alex quickly added, “No, no — it’s not like that. It’s consensual, Olivia.”

Olivia stared at her, still trying to process. “Consensual?” Her voice was filled with disbelief, and her eyes darted again to Alex’s wrist.

Alex sighed, a bit reluctantly, knowing she had to explain more than she normally would if she wanted Olivia to understand. She glanced away for a moment, clearly trying to figure out how to put it into words. “Casey and I… we’re together.” A pause, her cheeks flushing a little deeper. “And sometimes things get… rough.”

Olivia blinked, the information hitting her all at once. “You and Casey…?” She trailed off, struggling to make sense of this new revelation. Her gaze dropped to the bruise again, and the shape of fingers around Alex’s wrist seemed to take on a whole new meaning.

Alex could tell Olivia was still reeling. Her voice softened, her tone reassuring. “I like it, Liv. The pain. The Control. It’s something I want.” She swallowed, knowing this was probably a lot for Olivia to process, but she needed her friend to understand. “Casey didn’t hurt me in a way I didn’t want. It’s just... sometimes things get a little intense. We didn’t mean for it to leave a mark so visual but... well we probably got carrie away a bit.”

Olivia sat back in her chair, her mind whirling. The idea of Alex, someone she’d always seen as composed and buttoned-up, enjoying this kind of dynamic — and with Casey, of all people — was difficult to wrap her head around. But the way Alex spoke, the calmness in her voice, made it clear that this was not something she needed to worry about. It was something that Alex had chosen, something she was comfortable with, something she liked.

“Okay,” Olivia said slowly, her voice softening as she finally started to understand. “As long as you’re sure… and it’s what you want.”

Alex gave her a small, genuine smile, her blush fading as she saw that Olivia was starting to relax. “It is. Trust me.”

Olivia fell silent for a moment, letting it all sink in. She was relieved, but still, it was a lot to process. Finally, a grin tugged at the corner of her mouth. “So... You and Casey, huh?”

Alex laughed, rolling her eyes as she straightened the papers in front of her. “Don’t start, Benson.”

“Oh, I’m starting,” Olivia teased, her grin widening. “This is big news.”

Alex shook her head, but there was a glimmer of amusement in her eyes. “Just don’t make it weird, okay?”

Olivia chuckled. “No promises.”

[buzziightqueer]

more sillies because i was sad el oh el

[jaysbvpton]

giggling at work

[jelestes]

this woman truly had no fucks to give whatsoever, i miss her dearly.

[coincidenceconnection]

I wish Chicago PD would take a leaf out of The Rookies book....like at least with the ensemble in The Rookie I know that these people are friends, I know that they all know each other, I know that even peripheral characters like Tamara and Wesley are key to the show. I would believe that they could all call each other in everyday crisis.

With Chicago PD I think its lost (did it ever really have?) that dynamic. I don't know if I believe that Trudy would ask about Makayla, I don't think Voight would ask after Kevin's brother and sister, did the team ever bring Torres to Mollys to hang out??

Everyone was shattered when Al died....I don't think that bond is there anymore?

The finale was so focused on Hailey and Voight that it seemed to disregard that Adam, Kim and Kev have know him like 6 years more than her, they didn't seem all the worried he was missing?

Basically I'm hoping that we get more of an outside of work focus for the characters next season. *sighs*

(Also bring back Mouse 🥺)

[jaysbvpton]

This!! These characters see each other alsmot every single day, they spend a good 87% of their time with each other and yet they don't know anything about each other? It makes absolutely no sense and that's partially why I stopped watching. It's so incredibly sad and a little frustrating and very disappointing.

[jaysbvpton]

my problem is that I refresh the MerAdd tag on ao3 every five minutes like it's going to magically make someone update ☹️☹️

[inactive-whoisspence]

of course we love,

but what about,

[criminalmindsgonewrong]

yes yes yes

[itsalwaysagirl]

It’s missing Tammy and Hannah hours

[jaysbvpton]

I'll never move on

[criminal-mindsincorrect]

Morgan : Emily, could you pass the salt ?

Emily : Morgan, could you pass away ?

Hotch : ONE. DINNER. WHY IS IT SO HARD.

[criminalmindsgonewrong]

emily: hearing 'don't start' gives me a thrill.

emily: makes me wanna start

[jaysbvpton]

tumblr i'm still here 😭 im just silent 99% of the time