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[alexstalkers]

Healing Hearts

includes: alex karev in the beginning of his peds residency, a seattle grace mercy west merger which involves a new mercy west transfer....

black fem surgical resident! reader x alex karev

song inspiration: ivy- taylor swift

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Y/N walked into Seattle Grace, the bustling environment a sharp contrast to her previous residency. As a new resident transfer, she knew she had to prove herself. Her heart pounded with a mix of excitement and nervousness as she reported for her first day on Arizona Robbins' pediatric service.

"You're the new resident, Y/N?" Arizona greeted her with a warm smile. "Welcome to Peds. You'll be working closely with Dr. Karev today. He knows my service and he'll help you if you have any questions."

Y/N had heard of Alex Karev's reputation. He was known for his exceptional skills with children but also for his abrasive personality. She was determined not to let his reputed arrogance faze her.

When she met Alex in the pediatric ward, she was struck by his intense eyes and the air of confidence he exuded. "You're the new transfer?" he asked, not looking up from the chart he was reviewing.

"Yes, I'm Y/N," she replied, trying to keep her tone professional.

"Okay, let's get one thing straight. I don't have time to babysit," Alex said, finally looking at her. "Just stay out of my way, and we'll be fine."

Y/N bit back a retort. "I'm here to learn and help. Let's just focus on the patients."

Their first case together was a young boy named Liam, suffering from cardiomyopathy. The child's condition was delicate, and his treatment required careful coordination. Despite their initial friction, both Y/N and Alex were deeply invested in Liam's well-being.

"His latest tests show worsening heart function," Y/N said, frowning at the results. "We need to act fast."

Alex nodded. "We need to discuss his case with Dr. Robbins. If we don't come up with a new plan, he won't make it."

They presented their findings to Arizona, who decided on a risky but potentially life-saving surgery. Throughout the procedure, Y/N and Alex worked in perfect sync, their combined skills bringing the best possible care to Liam. In the days following the surgery, Y/N and Alex found themselves spending more time together. They worked late into the night, monitoring Liam's progress and making sure he was stable.

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One evening, after a particularly exhausting shift, they found themselves alone in the residents' lounge. Alex, surprisingly, broke the silence.

"So, you're a Mercy West transfer?" he asked, his tone less harsh than usual.

"Yeah," Y/N replied, sipping her coffee. "Since the merger. What about you? You've been here a while, right?"

"Yeah, since my intern year." Alex said. "It's a great program. "

Y/N nodded. "I can see that. But I like it so far. The team is great, and the cases are challenging."

Alex looked at her, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "You handled Liam's case well. Most new residents would have freaked out."

Y/N felt a warm flush of pride. "Thanks. You weren't so bad yourself."

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As the weeks passed, they continued to work together, their initial animosity giving way to mutual respect. They shared stories about their backgrounds, their dreams, and their fears. Y/N found herself looking forward to their shifts together, her heart skipping a beat whenever Alex smiled at her. One day, as they were preparing for another surgery, Y/N noticed Alex seemed distracted. "Everything okay?" she asked gently.

Alex hesitated before answering. "Just...family stuff. My brother's in town, and it's complicated."

Y/N placed a reassuring hand on his arm. "If you need to talk, I'm here."

Alex looked at her, surprise and gratitude in his eyes. "Thanks, Y/N. I might take you up on that."

Their bond continued to grow, each moment together strengthening their connection. They laughed more, confided in each other, and began to realize that the line between professional and personal was blurring.

One night, after another successful surgery, they found themselves standing on the hospital roof, the city lights sparkling below them.

"You know," Alex said, his voice soft, "I never thought I'd say this, but I'm glad you're here."

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with emotion. "Me too, Alex. Me too."

As they stood there, side by side, they knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together. In the midst of the chaos and the heartbreak of Seattle Grace Mercy West, they had found something unexpected: each other.

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During the weeks following their initial meeting, Y/N and Alex found themselves thrown together in a variety of challenging cases. Each case revealed more about their personalities and work ethics, slowly breaking down the walls they had built around themselves.

In one particularly intense case, they treated a toddler with a rare genetic disorder. The child's condition was rapidly deteriorating, and both Y/N and Alex had to rely on each other to come up with a treatment plan.

"His genetic markers indicate a possible enzyme deficiency," Y/N pointed out during one of their late-night strategy sessions. She was surrounded by stacks of medical journals and lab reports.

Alex leaned over the table, scanning the data. "Good catch. Let's run a specific panel to confirm and then we can start the enzyme replacement therapy."

Their combined efforts paid off, and the toddler began to show signs of improvement. The victory was a turning point in their relationship. They began to see each other as partners rather than competitors.

One day, after a long shift, Y/N and Alex found themselves in the on-call room, too exhausted to go home. They lay on opposite bunks, the room dimly lit by a small bedside lamp.

"Why did you choose pediatrics?" Y/N asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

Alex turned his head to look at her. "Kids are resilient. They can go through hell and still bounce back. I guess I wanted to be a part of that."

Y/N nodded, understanding. "I get that. I love their spirit, their will to fight. It’s inspiring."

As the days turned into weeks, they shared more personal stories. Y/N learned about Alex’s difficult childhood and his struggles with his family. In return, Y/N opened up about her own challenges, including the pressures she faced at her previous residency.

Their late-night conversations became a routine, each one drawing them closer. They began to anticipate each other's needs in the operating room, moving with a synchronicity that amazed their colleagues.

One evening, after successfully performing a complex surgery on a newborn, they sat in the hospital cafeteria, finally allowing themselves to relax.

"Do you remember the first time we met?" Y/N asked with a smile.

Alex chuckled. "Yeah, I wasn't exactly welcoming."

"That's an understatement," Y/N replied, laughing. "But you've grown on me, Karev."

"You too, Y/N. You too."

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the bustling cafeteria faded away. They both knew something significant had shifted between them.

As the relationship evolved, so did their feelings. They began to steal glances at each other in the hallways, their touches lingered a little longer, and their conversations took on a deeper, more intimate tone.

One night, after another grueling shift, they found themselves alone on the hospital roof again, the cool night air providing a welcome respite.

"Sometimes, I wonder how I got so lucky to have you as a partner," Alex said, his voice sincere.

Y/N turned to him, her heart pounding. "I feel the same way, Alex."

He reached out, taking her hand in his. The touch was electrifying, sending a shiver down Y/N’s spine. They stood there, hand in hand, the city lights below them, knowing that they had found something rare and precious in each other.

He stepped closer, cupping her face in his hands. "Then let's see where this goes."

They shared their first kiss under the starlit sky. From that moment on, they faced every challenge together, their love growing stronger with each passing day. In the chaotic world of Seattle Grace Mercy West, they had found their calm, their solace, and their love.

[alexstalkers]

Everything Has Changed- Part 1

Hello everyone, this is the first story I've ever written, and especially of the fanfic type. I am a big Shameless fan and have been rewatching lately and Carl is my favorite character. I hope you enjoy!! (Please give feedback, in a nice way) I might do a part two if people like this❤️ 

Backstory: Carl Gallagher is a police officer, and you are studying Psychology with a minor in Sociology at the University of Chicago. You meet at a time in your life where you don't need distractions or a relationship, but the Gallaghers are hurricanes and Carl changes your world view. 

SONG INSPIRATION: Everything Has Changed- Taylor Swift ft. Ed Sheeran (Corny, IK) 

Characters: Y/N (Your Name) (black woman), Michelle (Your best friend and roommate also a black woman) Carl Gallagher, other Gallaghers (Ian, Lip, Liam) Kev, V, Mickey 

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I wasn’t ready for how this day was going to go. At. All. At. Fucking. All. I was frustrated waiting in line at some check cashing place near my job, and only had 10 minutes left on my lunch break. I was impatient and my only thought was, "can these people hurry the fuck up?!" I felt like the time was deliberately speeding up as the people around me were slowing down.  

I was annoyed as I finally walked up to the front counter and put my check in front of the middle-aged white lady that was smiling back at me, "Hi, how are you? May I see some ID please?", The woman’s pleasant attitude annoyed me even more as I pulled out my wallet to showcase my ID while rolling my eyes. The woman pulls down her glasses to inspect it for second and grabs the check from me. “One second”, she says with a smile while turning around. After a few minutes, she turns back around and starts to passive-aggressively count out loud my change back to me. “Eight-hundred and fifty dollars.”, she says handing me the money.  

I snatch it out of her hand and turn to walk out the door as the woman smiles and waves goodbye. As I walk out of the check cashing place, I look at my phone for the time to see I have one minute left of my lunch break. “Shit! Shit, shit, fuck!”, I yell frantically running to my car that is parked across the street. As I get to my car, I see a cop about to put a ticket on the windshield. “Wait officer, I’m here! Please don’t do that, please!” 

 “Meter was up. Nothing I can do.”, he says with a don't care type of attitude. 

“You can’t just spare me this one time? I’m already running late for work, and it won’t happen again.”, I plead.  

He looks at me as I stare back with a pathetic expression on my face, eyes begging him. “Sorry about it ma’am.” He shrugs his shoulders as he places the ticket on my windshield as he turns around and walks away. 

“Asshole!” I yell. He stops walking and turns his head to glare at me.  

“Oh! So, you want another ticket for disrespecting an officer, ma’am?”, he shouts back at me in a pointed way.  

My eyebrows shot up in a scary way as I ran into my car before he tried to ticket me again. 

“Damn it!”, I exclaim as I check the time and see I have 5 minutes to get back to work and it’s a 3-minute drive to get to my job at the DoubleTree Hotel.

When I get to my job, I rush inside to the front desk where I work, and my boss has beaten me there. “Cutting it close, Y/N. Do you nap on your breaks? I don’t have time to wait for you.” My boss isn’t a tyrant, but he is strict and more so than usual because his wife is pregnant and almost due, so he’s been stressed about that. 

“Sorry Brandon, won’t happen again.” I apologized while going behind the front desk. “Did that high school that booked verify their reservation?” I ask while looking on the computer to check the most recent guests that checked in and out. 

“No, they didn’t and they’re coming in three days.” Brandon says walking into his office. I sigh as I start trying to get in touch with the school staff for the reservation. This is going to be a long night. 

When I get back to my apartment that I share with my best friend at around 6 pm, I am finally ready to settle down, relax from this long day and take a nice bath, but Michelle comes running over to me. “Can you zip this up for me, please?”, she asks turning around in a black corset mini dress. 

“Okkkk, you look cute friend!” I hype her up while I zip up the dress, “but where are you going?”, I ask. 

“You mean us because you’re coming with me. I met this guy a couple of days ago and he asked me out to this new club, said I could bring a friend and he’s bringing one of his. Make it like a double date kind of thing.” She explained as she put on black high-heeled boots. 

I groaned. “I’m not really feeling up to it I had a long day, I was late for work after cashing my check and the cashier was rude as shit. My boss was giving me hell and I got a ticket. Also, we have midterms coming up soon.”  

“This is exactly why we need to get you out of this apartment, you’re stressing too much. You could use a little bit of fun and time to enjoy life with no work or school.” 

“Finnee…” I say looking at her hesitantly as she pushes me into my room to get dressed. After I take my shower, I stand in front of my closet and pull out a taupe-colored sweater knit dress, a black mesh bodysuit, black pantyhose, black mesh designer gloves and suede leather high-heel ankle boots.  

I lay out all of my clothes and start to get ready by doing makeup, hair and putting on body cream and perfume then I get on my clothes after about 30 minutes. I grab everything I need including my phone charger and wallet and leave my room to see Michelle waiting in the living room watching ‘The Kardashians’. She looks up as I come out. “You ready?”, she asks expectantly.  

“Yeah girly, let’s go before I change my mind!”, I joke half-heartedly as she turns off the TV and grabs her keys to leave. “You’re driving?” 

“Well, you have a ticket, remember?” She laughs as we leave and lock the apartment to go to the club.  

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“What is this place called anyway?”, I ask on the way there while I play one of my Spotify playlists to help me get a little more turnt for tonight. 

“Cosmo, I think”, she replies “I just know it’s somewhere on the Southside.” She shrugs. 

“Why are we meeting some random ass guys on the Southside of Chicago?!”, I questioned. What type of horror movie shit did she get me into? “What the fuck do I look like going to the Southside and possibly getting murdered?” 

She sighs, “I’ve already met one of the guys and have been talking to him for a couple of days like I told you and he’s a cop and so is his friend. He also showed me a picture of his friend so we’re not going into this blind.” She explains.  

I give her an annoyed look, “Whatever, I’m only doing this for you. But if this gets weird, I’m taking my ass home.”, I explain. She nods with a smirk on her face as I roll my eyes. When we finally got to the club, Michelle followed the parking sign that leads to a small parking entrance next to the building that has a flickering neon sign that reads "Cosmo” and people lined up to get inside already.  

“Damn this is shitty. And there’s a line already. Come on, let’s hurry up and retouch our makeup before we go inside to meet the guys. I also want to show you a picture of my dates friend.”, Michelle explains excitedly as she starts to fix her lipstick.  

After we get done fixing ourselves up, we get out of the car and walk up to the line where we see people standing around the entrance, talking eagerly while waiting to get inside. It’s a little chilly outside and Michelle didn't bring a jacket, so she stands closer to me for body heat as we join the bustling line.  

Michelle looks at me nervously as I breathe out a breath of cold air. She pulls out her phone. “So, the guy that I’m meeting up with tonight is named Carl and like I said before he’s a cop and so is the friend he’s bringing for you. His friend's name is Michael. Here’s a picture that he sent me of him.”, she explained pulling up a picture of the Michael guy from her text messages. “What do you think?” 

I look at the picture for a minute and take in his olive skin, tattoos, and brown eyes. He’s attractive. “Yeah, he’s cute.”, I shrug off an oncoming smile that I know she can see by her smirk as she looks back down at her phone probably texting my approval to her date. “I just can’t wait to get inside, it’s cold as shit out here.”, I complain to change the topic as we inch closer to the entrance. “So, are they inside already or are they on their way?", I ask Michelle about the whereabouts of our dates. 

We inched even closer to the entrance. “I texted Carl and he said they’re meeting us here from his house, but that he doesn’t live far.”, she answered rubbing her hands together trying to warm herself up. As I was about to offer her my gloves we reached the entrance of the club. “Yay, finally!”, she groaned happily as she steps to the entrance nervously, but a giant man with a stern expression is standing there blocking it off with his arms crossed.  

“ID, please.”, the bouncer demands. Although he says ‘please’, it’s filled with authority and he’s not someone to mess with, so we go in our bags for our IDs immediately but get interrupted by a voice from behind. 

“Michelle, is that you?” We both turn around and see two guys, one is who Michelle showed me a picture of a few minutes earlier, he’s put together and wearing a nicely ironed shirt and jeans. The other guy who called Michelle’s name is more rugged looking, his hair is dark and messed up, he has sharp hazel eyes and a series of scars around his face. He’s wearing a random band t-shirt and a leather jacket and looks like he just rolled out of bed and put it on.  

“It’s ok, they’re with us,” he says to the bouncer as he and Michael flash their badges at him. Michelle and I glance at each other with impressed looks on our faces as the bouncer opens the rope and lets us in. 

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We step into the dingy-looking club and the pulsating beat of the music automatically fills the air bringing up the vibe and has Michelle and Carl out on the dance floor already. “Would you like a drink?”, Michael asks me over the Nicki Minaj remix blasting through the speakers.  

“Yes please, thank you! I’m going to go find seats!”, I answer back as he nods and walks over to the bar. I squint my eyes over the flashing lights as I walk over to the seating area of the club with dimmer lighting and worn-out leather couches, chairs and tables in private sections. As I approach the seating area, the faint smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke creeps up my nose as I walk around looking for an empty section. I finally found one in a secluded corner near the bathrooms and saw Michael looking for me with our drinks in his hands, so I gestured him over to our section. 

“I just got you a vodka and cranberry. That, ok?”, he asks as he sits down and hands me my drink. I nod and take a sip before putting it on the table.  "What do you study at the University of Chicago?" Michael asks, leaning back casually and taking a sip from his own drink. 

"I’m majoring in psychology, with a minor in sociology," I respond, relaxing into the worn-out leather couch. "It’s a lot of work, but I love it. What about you? How long have you been a cop?" 

"About three years now," he replies. "Carl and I actually met at the academy. He’s a good guy, though sometimes a little too eager to throw himself into danger." 

"Sounds like Carl," I say with a small laugh, glancing over at the dance floor where Carl and Michelle are tearing it up. "Michelle told me he’s a bit of a wild card." 

"That’s one way to put it," Michael agrees with a chuckle. "But he’s got a good heart. We both do this job because we want to make a difference, you know?" 

"Yeah, I get that," I say, nodding. "It’s just... sometimes I wonder if the system is too broken to fix." 

Michael looks at me thoughtfully. "You sound like someone who’s seen a lot for your age." 

I shrug. "Maybe." 

"Okay..." he says, raising his eyebrow and taking another sip of his drink. "So, what do you do for fun when you’re not buried in books or dealing with rude cashiers?" 

I laugh, feeling the tension of the day slowly melting away. "Honestly, not much lately. Between school and work, I don’t have a lot of free time. But when I do, I like to read, watch movies, and sometimes go out dancing with Michelle." 

"Sounds like you need to have more nights out like this," Michael says with a grin. "Life’s too short to spend all of it working and studying." 

"Maybe you’re right," I admit, taking another sip of my drink. "So, tell me more about you. Any crazy stories from your time on the force?" 

Michael’s eyes light up. "Oh, I’ve got plenty. There was this one-time Carl and I were chasing down this guy who stole a car. We’re speeding through the streets, and Carl is hanging out of the window trying to shoot out the tires. It was like something out of a movie." 

"That sounds intense," I say, eyes wide. "Did you catch him?" 

"Yeah, we got him," Michael says proudly. "But not before Carl ended up with a busted lip and a bruised ego." 

We both laugh, the conversation flowing easily. Before I know it, an hour has passed, and I’m feeling much more relaxed and in the moment. Michelle and Carl joined us, flushed and laughing from their time on the dance floor. 

"Having fun?" Michelle asks, plopping down beside me. 

"Yeah, actually," I say, smiling at her. "Thanks for dragging me out tonight." 

"Anytime," she says, nudging me playfully. "So, Michael, what do you think of Y/N?" 

Michael looks at me, a warm smile spreading across his face. "I think she’s pretty great." 

I feel a blush creeping up my cheeks and look away, trying to hide my smile. "You’re not so bad yourself." 

Carl and Michelle exchange a knowing look, and I feel a sense of camaraderie growing among the four of us. Maybe tonight wasn’t such a bad idea after all. 

The rest of the night passes in a blur of laughter, dancing, and good conversation. By the time we leave the club, I’m feeling lighter than I have in weeks. As we walk to the car, Michael walks beside me, his hand brushing against mine. 

"I had a really great time tonight," he says softly. 

"Me too," I admit. "Maybe we can do this again sometime?" 

"I’d like that," he says, smiling down at me. 

As we reach the car, Michelle and Carl are already inside, talking animatedly. Michael opens the door for me, and I slide in, feeling a sense of contentment I haven’t felt in a long time. Maybe this was the distraction I needed. Maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of something new. 

Back at the apartment, Michelle and I collapse on the couch, exhausted but happy. 

"See? Didn’t I tell you it would be fun?" she says, kicking off her boots. 

"Yeah, you were right," I admit, smiling. "Thanks for dragging me out tonight." 

"Anytime, girl," she says, giving me a hug. "Now get some sleep. We’ve got midterms to tackle." 

"Right," I say, rolling my eyes. But as I head to my room, I can’t help but feel a sense of excitement for what’s to come. Maybe Carl and his friend had brought more than just a night of fun into my life. Maybe they’d brought a new beginning. 

I fall asleep that night with a smile on my face, ready to see what the future holds. 

[alexstalkers]

Masterlist.

hey everyone, welcome! my name is kierra, i'm 23. i love music and writing. i write fics for black girl readers mainly about whatever I’m feeling passionate about right then. {about this blog.}

Greys Anatomy Shameless Criminal Minds The O.C

(Disclaimer: these fandoms are just for now until I start getting into the groove of how to work things on here and also get more comfortable writing about other characters and fandoms and when people start to send in requests and asks😊😊💜💜)

[alexstalkers]

Everything Has Changed-Part 2

Backstory: Carl Gallagher is a police officer, and you are studying Psychology with a minor in Sociology at the University of Chicago. You meet at a time in your life where you don't need distractions or a relationship, but the Gallaghers are hurricanes and Carl changes your world view. 

SONG INSPIRATION: Betty- Taylor Swift

includes: one black fem reader! slowly falling in love with carl gallagher; one slightly jealous best friend…

(Part 1)

(sorry this is so short)

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Weeks had passed since that night at Cosmo, and life seemed to settle into a new rhythm. I found myself spending more time with Carl and the rest of the Gallagher clan after getting closer with him during him, Michael, Michelle and I's hangouts. It wasn’t just the club nights or casual hangouts; Carl and I had developed a comfortable, almost effortless connection. We’d spend hours talking about everything from his work as a cop to my studies at the university. It felt natural, like I had known him forever.

But not everyone was happy about this new dynamic.

Michelle, my best friend and roommate, had started to act differently. At first, it was subtle — a raised eyebrow here, a slightly forced smile there. But as the weeks went on, her feelings became more apparent.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day of classes, I came home to find Michelle sprawled on the couch, scrolling through her phone. She looked up as I entered, her expression unreadable.

“Hey, how was your day?” she asked, her tone unusually flat.

“Tiring,” I replied, kicking off my shoes and dropping my bag by the door. “I have so much to study for midterms, I don’t know how I’m going to manage.”

She nodded, but her attention seemed elsewhere. “Are you seeing Carl tonight?”

I hesitated, sensing the tension. “Yeah, we’re just going to grab some food and hang out. You’re welcome to join us if you want.”

Michelle’s lips pressed into a thin line. “No, it’s fine. I have my own plans.”

Her words were casual, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Before I could press further, my phone buzzed with a text from Carl.

Carl: Hey, I’m outside. Ready when you are.

I glanced at Michelle, who was now staring intently at her phone. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Yeah, sure,” she replied, not looking up. “Have fun.”

As I stepped outside, the cool Chicago air hit my face, a stark contrast to the warmth of Carl’s smile as he leaned against his car.

“Hey, you,” he greeted, pulling me into a quick hug. “Ready for some food?”

“Absolutely,” I said, returning his smile. “Where are we going?”

“There’s this great little taco place not too far from here,” Carl suggested as we got into his car. “I think you’ll love it.”

The drive was filled with easy conversation and laughter, but I couldn’t shake the unease from my encounter with Michelle. It lingered in the back of my mind like a dark cloud. I really liked Carl, but sometimes I felt guilty being out with him knowing that my best friend liked him first. She reassured me that after their first few times hanging out, there wasn't much chemistry and she felt nothing for him, but every time I hang out with him alone, she seems like she doesn't want me to.

Nothing romantic or serious has happened between me and Carl, but I am starting to like him a lot and I which scares me because I don't want to ruin my friendship with Michelle if it does happen.

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The taco place was exactly as Carl had described — cozy, with a warm atmosphere and amazing food. We found a corner booth and settled in, our conversation flowing effortlessly.

“So, how’s work been?” I asked, biting into my taco.

“Busy, as always,” Carl replied, wiping some salsa from the corner of his mouth. “But you know, it’s the kind of busy I like. Keeps me on my toes.”

“I can imagine,” I said, thinking about the stories he’d shared with me. “Must be stressful, though.”

“It has its moments,” he admitted. “But then I think about the good we’re trying to do, and it makes it all worth it.”

I nodded, feeling a swell of admiration for him. Carl had this way of seeing the world that was both pragmatic and hopeful, a balance I found myself drawn to.

After dinner, we decided to take a walk by the lake. The city lights reflected off the water, creating a serene backdrop for our conversation.

“You know,” Carl began, his voice thoughtful, “I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you, Y/N. You’re easy to talk to.”

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me. “I feel the same way about you, Carl. You’ve become a really important part of my life.”

We walked in comfortable silence for a while, the sound of the water lapping against the shore providing a soothing soundtrack. But eventually, the topic I had been avoiding came up.

“How’s Michelle?” Carl asked gently.

I sighed, my shoulders slumping slightly. “I don’t know. She’s been...different lately. Distant.”

Carl stopped walking and turned to face me, his expression serious. “Do you think it’s because of us?”

I looked down at my feet, the guilt I had been trying to ignore bubbling to the surface. “Maybe. I don’t know. She’s my best friend, Carl. I hate the thought of her feeling left out or hurt.”

He reached out, lifting my chin so I had to meet his gaze. “Y/N, you deserve to be happy. And so does Michelle. Maybe you just need to talk to her, let her know how you’re feeling.”

“I know,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I just don’t want to lose her.”

“You won’t,” Carl assured me, his thumb brushing gently across my cheek. “Friendships have ups and downs, but if it’s real, it’ll survive.”

I nodded, feeling a little better. “Thanks, Carl. You always know what to say.”

He smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to my forehead. “Let’s head back. It’s getting late.”

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The ride home was quiet, but it was a comfortable silence, filled with the unspoken understanding between us. When Carl dropped me off, he promised to text me later, and I walked up to the apartment feeling a mix of emotions.

Michelle was still on the couch when I entered, her eyes flicking up to meet mine. I took a deep breath, deciding it was time to address the elephant in the room.

“Michelle, can we talk?” I asked, sitting down beside her.

She set her phone aside, her expression guarded. “Sure. What’s up?”

“I feel like there’s been some tension between us lately,” I began carefully. “And I just want to make sure we’re okay.”

Michelle sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Y/N, I’m not gonna lie. It’s been hard seeing you get so close to Carl. I mean, I’m happy for you, but it feels like I’m losing my best friend.”

My heart ached at her words. “Michelle, you’re not losing me. I promise. Carl is important to me, but so are you. I don’t want you to feel left out or replaced.”

She looked at me, her eyes softening. “I know. It’s just...hard. I guess I’m a little jealous. You and Carl have this connection, and I feel like I’m on the outside looking in.”

“I understand,” I said, reaching out to take her hand. “But you’re my best friend, Michelle. No one could ever replace you. Let’s make more time for us, okay? Just the two of us.”

She smiled, squeezing my hand. “I’d like that.”

We sat there for a while, just talking and reconnecting. It felt good to clear the air, and I felt hopeful that our friendship would come out stronger on the other side.

As I lay in bed that night, I couldn’t help but think about how much my life had changed in such a short time. Carl had brought a whirlwind of new experiences and emotions, but it was the bond with Michelle that anchored me. I knew there would be challenges ahead, but for the first time in a long time, I felt ready to face them.

Everything had changed, but maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

[alexstalkers]

Unraveling The Mystery

my first request! i hope it's good; the bau is called in on a case..

includes: aaron hotchner, unit chief black fem y/n

hope u like it :)

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The sun was just beginning to rise over the quiet town of Cedar Falls, Iowa, when Aaron Hotchner and his team arrived. They were greeted by Y/N, the unit chief of the local division, who had called in the BAU for assistance with a particularly gruesome case that had left the town on edge.

As Hotch approached Y/N, he couldn't help but notice her calm demeanor and the sharp intelligence in her eyes. "Agent Y/N, I'm Aaron Hotchner. Thank you for reaching out to us," he said, extending his hand.

"Thank you for coming so quickly," Y/N replied, shaking his hand firmly. "We could use all the help we can get on this one."

Throughout the day, Y/N worked closely with Hotch, impressed by his unwavering focus and meticulous approach to the case. Despite the grim circumstances, she found herself drawn to him, his air of mystery and quiet strength intriguing her more with each passing hour.

As they sifted through evidence and interviewed witnesses, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Hotch than met the eye. His intense concentration and the way he seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders only made him more attractive in her eyes.

For his part, Hotch was aware of Y/N's presence. He admired her leadership and the way she managed her team with a blend of authority and compassion. Yet, his primary focus remained on the case, determined to catch the criminal and bring peace to the town.

It wasn't until the third day of their collaboration that they finally caught a break. Together, they tracked down the suspect and brought him into custody, ensuring the safety of the community. With the case closed, a sense of relief washed over both teams.

That evening, as the agents prepared to head back to their respective headquarters, Hotch found himself lingering. He approached Y/N, who was reviewing some final reports in her office. "Y/N," he began, "I wanted to thank you for your cooperation. We couldn't have solved this case without you and your team."

Y/N looked up, a smile playing on her lips. "It was a team effort, agent. We made a great team."

"Yes, we did," Hotch agreed, pausing for a moment. "I was wondering... would you like to grab dinner with me tonight? To celebrate our success?"

Y/N's eyes widened slightly in surprise, but she quickly nodded. "I'd like that, Aaron. I really would."

They chose a quiet, cozy restaurant in town. Over dinner, the conversation flowed easily, moving from work to more personal topics. Hotch opened up more than Y/N had expected, sharing stories of his son, Jack, and his passion for justice. She, in turn, shared her own experiences and the challenges she faced as a unit chief.

As the evening progressed, the connection between them deepened. There was a magnetic pull, an undeniable chemistry that neither could ignore. After dinner, Hotch walked Y/N to her hotel. They stood at her door, the air thick with unspoken tension.

"Thank you for a wonderful evening," Y/N said softly, looking up at him.

"Thank you," Hotch replied, his voice low. He hesitated for a moment, then leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. The kiss started gentle but quickly grew more passionate, fueled by the intense attraction that had been building between them.

They stumbled into her room, unable to keep their hands off each other. Hotch's hands roamed over Y/N's body, feeling the heat of her skin beneath his fingertips. She responded eagerly, her own hands exploring the firmness of his chest and back. They undressed each other in a frenzy, their clothes discarded haphazardly around the room.

Hotch's lips traced a path down her neck, eliciting soft moans from Y/N. He pulled her close, their bodies pressed together as they moved towards the bed. They fell onto the mattress, their kisses growing more urgent and desperate. Hotch's touch was both tender and demanding, as if he couldn't get enough of her.

Y/N arched into him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he kissed his way down her body. Every touch, every kiss seemed to ignite a fire within her, leaving her breathless and wanting more. Hotch's hands caressed her thighs, his lips following the path until he found the most sensitive spot. Y/N gasped, her back arching as he teased and pleasured her with expert precision.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance of passion and desire that neither wanted to end. Hotch's eyes met Y/N's, a mixture of tenderness and raw need reflecting in his gaze. He positioned himself above her, their bodies finally coming together in a moment of exquisite intimacy.

They moved together, each thrust driving them closer to the edge. Y/N clung to him, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she lost herself in the sensations. Hotch's name escaped her lips in a whisper, a plea, and he responded with a fervor that left her trembling.

As they reached the peak of their passion, they held each other tightly, riding the waves of pleasure until they both collapsed, spent and satisfied. Hotch wrapped his arms around Y/N, pulling her close as they lay in the afterglow of their intimacy.

In the morning, as the first light of dawn crept into the room, Hotch and Y/N lay tangled in each other's arms. For the first time in a long time, Hotch felt a sense of peace and fulfillment.

"What's next for us?" Y/N asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Hotch looked into her eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. "I don't know, but I'm willing to find out. Together."

Y/N smiled back, feeling the same sense of hopeful uncertainty. As they lay there, wrapped in each other's embrace, they knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, one day at a time.

[alexstalkers]

Morning Bliss

includes: alex karev, jo wilson

"i love waking up next to you"

(this is super short, but i wanted to post it b/c it was super cute)

hope you guys like it :)

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The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the bedroom. Jo Wilson lay nestled in Alex Karev's arms, her head resting on his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat was a comforting reminder of his presence, and she felt a sense of peace she rarely experienced in the chaos of their daily lives.

Alex stirred, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back. "Morning," he murmured, his voice husky with sleep.

Jo lifted her head to meet his gaze, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Morning," she replied, leaning in for a kiss. Their lips met, a slow and tender kiss that deepened as they lost themselves in the moment.

They broke apart, breathing heavily, their foreheads touching. Alex's hand slid down her side, pulling her closer. "Do we have to get up?" he asked, his tone almost pleading.

Jo chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down his spine. "We have to go to work," she said, though her resolve was weakening with every passing second.

Alex groaned, rolling onto his back and pulling her with him. "Just a few more minutes," he pleaded, his hands roaming over her body. "I've missed this."

She sighed, closing her eyes as she felt his touch. "Me too," she admitted. The demands of their jobs often left little time for moments like these, and she cherished every second.

For a while, they lay there, wrapped up in each other, their kisses growing more passionate. Jo felt the familiar heat rising between them, and she was tempted to give in to the desire that had been building since they woke up.

But then she remembered. "Alex," she said, pulling back slightly. "You have that big surgery today. You can't be late."

He groaned again, but this time it was a mix of frustration and resignation. "Right," he said, his hands still lingering on her hips. "The peds case."

Jo nodded, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "You can't let that kid down," she reminded him.

He sighed, his eyes locking with hers. "You're right," he admitted. "But I don't want to leave this bed."

She smiled, giving him one last kiss before reluctantly sitting up. "Neither do I," she said. "But we'll have tonight."

Alex watched her, a smirk forming on his lips. "Tonight," he echoed, already looking forward to the end of the day.

With a final shared glance, they both climbed out of bed, the promise of the evening keeping them going as they prepared for another demanding day at Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital.

[alexstalkers]

Me watching all the Hotch and Foyet episodes pissed because why tf is Haley dead like wtf.. like Hotch get the fuck up ngga🤦🏾‍♀️ you really letting this btch ass mf push yo ass around. GET THE FUCK UP!!! 😤😤😠😩🥺😭😭

Idk what y’all think

[alexstalkers]

Criminal Minds is a an obsession..😩😩 Spencer Reid fanfic coming soon?!???🥺🥺❤️😍

[alexstalkers]

shameless masterlist.

Carl Gallagher

everything has changed

pt. 1; pt. 2

Lip Gallagher

Gallavich

(i don't own any of these characters except the ones that i create i.e. y/n or reader. please don't take my work. disclaimer: this is just for now until I start getting into the groove of how to work things on here and also get more comfortable writing about other characters and fandoms and when people start to send in requests and asks😊😊💜💜)

[alexstalkers]

I want to start writing one shots and fanfics. I have some story ideas drafted. I read a lot of one-shots/fanfic and stories on here and Wattpad and I love them, but sometimes I just wish they were more targeted for black girls and our fav characters from certain tv shows/movies. Also, there are certain characters that I feel like nobody really writes a lot about, and if they do or did, they stopped writing a while ago so I'm just going to write what I have been searching for to read for a while, lol. I am going to accept certain ideas about what to write about if anyone has anything specific they want to read..

Lol, that was a lot. I'm out.- Ki.

[alexstalkers]

-about my blog.

i take requests! here

i write for whoever i feel writing for reader x character; character x character; reader x reader; reader x etc.

i write mostly love stories and tv show based fantasies.

i don't (really) write smut; but i can do light smexy stuff. i don't write grape fantasies or non-consensual stuff.

if you request something please be specific about gender, character, show, celeb, etc. and please be patient and know that it's being written. :)

(Disclaimer: this is just for now until I start getting into the groove of how to work things on here and also get more comfortable writing about other characters and fandoms and when people start to send in requests and asks😊😊💜💜)

[alexstalkers]

Really excited about this first story that I’m writing that I might do it in parts❤️❤️ I’m almost finished with it and it’s coming along great, I’m just wondering would it be even better if I added pictures and/or gifs to help bring the story more to life?

[alexstalkers]

Everything Has Changed (preview)

Hello everyone, I have been writing this story for a while and am excited to post it as it is almost finished! I am going to post the first chapter in a couple of day and also I and going to start taking requests! Here is a preview of the story! (Please give feedback, in a nice way)

Backstory: Carl Gallagher is a police officer, and you are studying at the University of Chicago. You meet at a time in your life where you don't need distractions or a relationship, but the Gallaghers are hurricanes and Carl changes your world view.

Characters: Y/N (Your Name) (black woman), Michelle) Your best friend and roommate also a black woman) Carl Gallagher, other Gallaghers (Ian, Lip, Fiona, Liam) Kev, V, Mickey

“Yeah, he’s cute.”, I shrug off an oncoming smile that I know she can see by her smirk as she looks back down at her phone probably texting my approval to her date. “I just can’t wait to get inside, it’s cold as shit out here.”, I complain to change the topic as we inch closer and closer to the entrance. “So, are they inside already or are they on their way?", I ask Michelle about the whereabouts of our dates.

“ID, please.”, the bouncer demands. Although he says ‘please’, it’s filled with authority and he’s not someone to mess with, so we go in our bags for our IDs immediately but get interrupted by a voice from behind. 

“Michelle, is that you?” We both turn around and see two guys, one is who Michelle showed me a picture of a few minutes earlier, he’s put together and wearing a nicely ironed shirt and jeans.  

“It’s ok, they’re with us,” the guy who called Michelle says to the bouncer as he and Michael flash their badges at him. Michelle and I glance at each other with impressed looks on our faces as the bouncer opens the rope and lets us in....

[alexstalkers]

Omg!!! I miss this blog💕💕💕💕🥺 so sorry for my hiatus i was on vacation and then there was a very tragic loss in my family and then I started back at school right in the middle of all this. But I want to say thank you for all the likes and I want to start writing again soon as possible💕💕💜

[alexstalkers]

Posted!

Can you do smut for Aaron hotchner

I’ve never wrote one so I’ll try my best, but sure.🫣🙃