a kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous. it exposes emotions better than any word in the human language ever could, fleshing out what the heart wants to say rather than the brain. she couldn’t help but recognize the irony of the fact that she is a brain surgeon yet she firmly believes in letting your heart do the talking. years ago, cristina would presumptuously tell her that hearts can’t talk; they can pump blood & supply oxygen but it can’t speak. a simple head shake would be given in response because izzie infinitely believed otherwise. years ago kissing alex karev wouldn’t be a revolutionary event. he had spoke with his heart when he kissed her the previous night & now neither of them knew how the hell to make their brains do the same.
standing at that coffee cart brings the loudest silence yet. she wasn’t sure why she had approached him when she KNEW he would block her out. maybe it was to affirm to her that not everything changes, or maybe it was that pestering bit of hope that resided in the depths of her mind —- hope that he would wrap her in his arms & never let go. she knew this was completely unrealistic, but if that hope hadn’t existed she wouldn’t be standing there. the unwavering, back & forth thoughts ofYOU left him &HE told you to leave scratch at her head, leaving her with a feeling of WHIPLASH. rapid blinks ignite when the stirrer is aggressively tossed with a thud into the trash followed by the noisy payment. dark irises stare at the counter until he begins to walk off.
of course she follows him. if there is one thing alex needs, it’s persistence. he needs people to prove that they want to be in his life, that they want to stay. later that day, they would be in the or together for the first time as soloists, as attendings. they had yet to witness one another’s craft & she refused to walk into that operating room & stand over a table for thirteen hours with him aching to say what she needed to. so she follows him, all the way outside to the ambulance bay. he had always went there to escape, to breathe the chilled, therapeutic air. the sun was still rising which projected a calming orange glow onto his physique.
❛ you’re just going to kiss me & ignore me until i leave? you can’t just do that, alex. you —- you can’t seriously expect me to leave after that. you wouldn’t have done that if you wanted me to leave again, ❜ she fumes, tones demanding some kind of response. being ignored sparked a flame in izzie, it always had. hands seek warmth in her lab coat pockets before continuing. ❛ i have a ct scheduled for after the surgery, ❜ is blurted in a desperate attempt to be acknowledged. she had never planned on sharing that with him (or anyone) but she was willing to say anything to grab his attention. ❛ it’s probably nothing, just a few headaches. but i am not leaving on an unfinished sentence again. i’m DONE not being done. i am not leaving this freaking hospital until you talk to me, i don’t care if i have to wait a week or until the day i die, you are going to talk to me. i’m not going anywhere. ❜
his mother used to pray for him to saint jude, the patron saint of lost causes. that’s what he was to his mother: a lost cause in need of praying for because maybe that could fix him —— or help him or whatever. he doesn’t really know how religion works, but he knows that if his mother were here to witness this game of CAT & MOUSE he’s concocted, she’d pray for it too. he dangles himself in front of izzie time and time again just to see if she’ll pounce, always just a little bit too fast, a little bit too wriggly —— until he doesn’t want to be anymore. it isn’t fair to her. ( it isn’t fair that the mouse wants to be chased; it isn’t fair that the cat is forced to prove itself even when it already has. ) he’s aware of this, but that assurance is something he needs in a relationship, especially in one as historically turbulent as theirs. that’s why the footsteps that mirror his just a few feet back, the ones that speed up whenever his do, the ones that never once falter in their gait, instill him with a comfort that is verging on ANGERING. he can’t still be this easily susceptible to the pervasiveness of izzie stevens, and yet he is!
oh, and it boils the blood in his veins ( blood now, not lead nor concrete ) that all she has to do is waltz back into grey sloan like nothing has happened for him to want to bear himself to her. she’s always had the unique ability of being able to see past all his crap and give him what he truly needed, and he’s missed that, that she could know him even when he couldn’t figure himself out —— but that doesn’t mean he wants to miss that; so when he finally comes to a halt in the ambulance bay, psyche too busy thinking about her to realize that this is where he has subconsciously chosen to be, alex mercurially wishes that she hadn’t followed him. those footsteps should have faltered so that he could have a valid reason to tell her to go to hell. her comfort is UNWELCOME here & her persistence is too.
a moment is taken to steel himself up against those big, brown, bambi eyes before he turns to face her once she has begun talking. mouth opens as if to say something once she has paused, but her continuance succinctly shuts it. she has a ct scheduled because of a few headaches. her intended effect builds successfully within him. ice water is poured down the back of his neck, worry is bubbling up within the pit of his stomach. her cancer can’t recur. they she beat a five percent survival rate! that saint his mother used to pray to is not cruel enough to allow it to recur, right? more importantly: why does he care? he doesn’t. he CAN’T. he can’t, he can’t, he can’t. if he cares, then he loves, and then he’s vulnerable all over again. instead of caring, he lashes out —— hard.
hand that isn’t holding coffee cup is placed on his hip, eyes narrowing, lips parting in mock-incredulity, head canting forward ever so.
❛ what don’t you freakin’ get about this? i don’t want you to stay. i don’t want to know about your headaches. you don’t know me anymore. i don’t want cut lvad wires or hallucinations or walking out or —— or any of that crap i had with you. i want real! i want a life! i want a family! i deserve that —— not someone who walks in and out of my life whenever they freakin’ want to. i’m done with that. i want real.❜ saint jude can go screw himself.
i am in no way affiliated with abc's grey's anatomy, shonda rhimes, or justin chambers. the character alex karev does not belong to me, but the writing, headcanons, and graphics found on this blog do unless otherwise stated.
02. portrayal
i am constantly evolving alex’s character, fleshing him out, and discovering aspects of his personality that i haven’t before explored. he will behave the way i see fit, and though i believe myself to have a fairly good handle on his character, it may not necessarily correspond to the way he behaves in the show.
i have adjusted alex's timeline (mostly his adolescent years) for my own convenience. it affects nothing, but conflicts with his already super conflicting canon.
03. godmodding
moderate godmodding is acceptable, but is solely reserved for fight scenes. other than that, don’t make my character move, talk, or express an emotion in your response unless we’ve already discussed it ooc beforehand, otherwise i will drop the thread.
04. verses & ships
this blog is multi-verse and multi-ship. i am more than open to creating a verse for anyone i interact with, and i am more than open to shipping with any character there is chemistry with. just send me a message and we’ll take things from there!
05. private & selective
i am private and selective. this means i will only interact with mutuals and will not necessarily follow everyone back. please don’t take it personally. it may just be that i couldn’t see a valid situation in which our characters could interact together.
06. mains & exclusives
mains are reserved for those in the grey’s fandom. i’ll roleplay with other versions of those characters, but my mains will be the ones i go to with plots first! (there will be exceptions to this, wherein people in the grey's fandom who i have plotted extensively with in multiple verses & who i cannot see my alex with another version of their muse will be exclusives rather than mains. this will be very rare!) exclusivity is reserved for characters outside of the grey’s fandom. if i’m exclusive with someone, i will only be interacting with their version of the character. (typically i only make someone a main/exclusive if i have extensively plotted out verses/relationships with them and our characters mesh well.)
any nsfw or triggering material will be tagged with "nsfw" and "[trigger] tw" respectively. if i ever fail to tag something you need me to, please send me a message and let me know! it’s admittedly hard to keep track of all of the triggers of people who follow me sometimes.
i’m completely fine with violence, gore, etcetera. additionally, alex is a surgeon. gore and the details of medical procedures will remain untagged, though i don't tend to go into extreme detail of medical procedures due to my own lack of medical knowledge.
the only thing that i ask to be tagged is puppets because they literally scare the shit out of me!!! so if they could be tagged with tw puppets or tw automatonophobia or anything like that i would really appreciate it.
i am 18+, but i'm uncomfortable writing smut. there won't be any on this blog. i’m fine, however, with fading to black, cut scenes, time lapses, etcetera.
08. greeters
it is extremely rare that i will post a greeter when someone follows me. they’re too often left without a response or stuck in a rut. however, i will respond to those posted for me. (if you want a specific verse of mine, just tag the starter with the tag that accords to the verse!)
09. starters
i do post open starters, though not very often. when i do, they’re always available for any mutual to respond to, regardless of how old they are or how many others have responded!
i also post starter calls, which are, again, always available for any mutual to like. i usually get the starter up within a day. if i post a starter for you, please respond to it. i put a lot of effort into writing starters, and it's super frustrating when they're left unacknowledged.
10. asks & memes
if you send in an ic ask/meme, feel free to turn it into a thread even if we have one (or seven????) going already! honestly, i love having more than one thread with any given person at the same time because that way, if i don’t have muse for a particular thread, i can always reply to another.
i do ask that you don’t reblog as an ask though! please copy and paste it into a text post.
11. sabrina’s notes
hello i'm sabrina (she/her) and i'm a 5'5" bean who loves her boyfriend, alex karev, mellie grant, sushi, bingewatching television shows, making people cry over rlly sad plots, and face masks. you can go here if you wanna know more !! i'm in college, which always always always comes first for me, even tho i'd much rather be writing here. trust. i've been writing on tumblr for around six years now. my im and skype are always open and available to mutuals! these rules probably seem rlly intimidating but tbh i type like this ooc 95% of the time so how intimidating can i be
i'm not a doctor or a med student (wouldn't that be cool tho) so mistakes are more than likely going to occur despite the fact that i do extensive research beforehand!
also i make my own icons and graphics and stuff so pls pls pls don’t take them
last updated on march 15th, 2017
DOSSIER
STATS
BIOGRAPHY
basic information
FULL NAME: alexander michael karev (formerly evans) NICKNAME(S): alex, karev, evil spawn, frat boy, doctor douche face, etc. TITLES: m.d., f.a.c.s. AGE: 38 (verse dependent) BIRTH DATE: january 27th ETHNICITY: english, russian, german GENDER: cis male ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: heteromantic SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual RELIGION: raised loosely catholic, currently agnostic with atheist leanings SPOKEN LANGUAGE: english CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: loft in seattle, washington; formerly a rundown house in burlington, iowa & a dorm in ames, iowa OCCUPATION: head of pediatric surgery at grey-sloan memorial hospital (verse dependent)
EYE COLOUR: brown HAIR COLOUR: brown HEIGHT: 5'11" BODY BUILD: athletic built TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: none NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: various scars
phobias and disorders
PHOBIAS: monophobia MENTAL DISORDERS: ptsd WHEN WAS THIS DIAGNOSED?: after being shot, transient
personality
INTELLIGENCE LEVEL: above average DISPOSITION: callous & blasé ALIGNMENT: chaotic good ( a chaotic good character acts as his conscience directs him with little regard for what others expect of him. he makes his own way, but he's kind and benevolent. he believes in goodness and right but has little use for laws and regulations. he hates it when people try to intimidate others and tell them what to do. he follows his own moral compass, which, although good, may not agree with that of society. ) TEMPERAMENT: choleric ( the choleric temperament is fundamentally ambitious and leader-like. they have a lot of aggression, energy, and/or passion, and try to instill it in others. they can dominate people of other temperaments, especially phlegmatic types. many great charismatic military and political figures were choleric. they like to be in charge of everything. however, cholerics also tend to be either highly disorganized or highly organized. they do not have in-between setups, only one extreme to another. as well as being leader-like and assertive, cholerics also fall into deep and sudden depression. essentially, they are very much prone to mood swings. ) MBTI TYPE: istp-a ZODIAC SIGN: aquarius POSITIVE TRAITS: ambitious, caring, creative, hard-working, honest, intuitive, kind-hearted, loyal, steady-handed NEGATIVE TRAITS: abrasive, arrogant, gruff, impatient, mouthy, over-confident, pessimistic, self-alienating, smug, temperamental, womanizing
character tropes
01. a lady on each arm 02. dark and troubled past 03. ineffectual loner 04. jerk with a heart of gold 05. self-made man 06. the charmer 07. the cynic 08. troubled, but cute
❝ atlas was permitted the opinion that he was at liberty, if he wished, to DROP the earth and creep away; but this opinion was all that he was permitted. ❞
(trigger warnings for drug abuse, domestic violence, & mental illness !!)
alexander michael evans was born on january 27th, 1978 at 3:28pm to helen and james evans in the great river medical center, burlington, iowa. he grew up in a household lacking in both revenue and affection, dragged from bar to bar by his parents —— who tended to spend more of the money they did have on alcohol than they did on him. it was around the time that alex was five that his mother began exhibiting symptoms of what he overheard the doctors referring to as paranoid schizophrenia.( he just knew that sometimes she didn't hear him when he spoke to her & sometimes she spoke to people who weren't there. ) unable to cope with the stress this put on his life, alex’s father found solace in multiple vices, his favorite of which was heroin.
the arrival of his brother, aaron, and subsequently his sister, amber, left alex with two more people to protect from his father, who took his stress out on his family in shades of black and blue ( and yellow when they started healing. ) disability checks were spent on drugs and booze, growling stomachs were silenced with stolen chips from convenience stores, and younger siblings were quietly ushered into their rooms when mom started yelling about the cia or when dad came home with vacant eyes. it was LIFE, and he knew how to live it.
in the first semester of his eighth grade year, alex, thirteen years old and tired of the constant abuse at home, took up wrestling solely as a means of protecting himself and his family — but discovered that his skills were scholarship worthy when he got into high school. ( not to mention he really enjoyed it. ) grades rose and disciplinary issues declined at the threat of being kicked off the team and losing his only way into college, his only way of becoming a SURGEON. no longer a pipe dream, but a genuine possibility! kids still received black eyes at his hand & sharp tongue still cut those who warranted it, but that was mostly off campus.
in the second semester of his freshman year, alex, finally fifteen years old and tired of the constant abuse at home, used the brawn he’d accumulated from wrestling to beat his father within an inch of his life and kicked him out. life was harder but better for the boy who was forced to become a man too quickly. disability checks were put towards bills now, which left the children with very little money for food. good thing they had nimble fingers.
in the first semester of his sophomore year, alex, fifteen years old and unable to care for his mother any longer, checked her into a psychiatric facility. he managed to keep caring for his siblings —— until he got busted for stealing dinner for them one night, thrusting him into juvie and amber and aaron into the foster care system. a few months later, alex followed suit. he bounced from foster home to foster home until he was eighteen years old, only trying to figure out a way to get his siblings back. he lost count of how many he was in (seventeen,) more focused on where his siblings were. they managed to stay together, only going through five before alex assumed custody of them during his senior year and legally changed all of their last names to karev.
on a full ride to iowa state university because of a wrestling scholarship, alex was jock turned doctor —— with a tendency to revert back to jock whenever he felt insecure. bullying had always proven to be an effective way to keep people from seeing how he truly felt; why should it be any different as an adult? he cared for his siblings as best as he could, cashing out loans to send to them, placing himself further into debt than he should have been with a full ride. after distancing himself from his siblings during med school, alex decided to do what was right for him and move to seattle to intern at seattle grace hospital, still sending them money every month. (the rest of his biography follows grey's anatomy's canon.)
verses
CANON
AU
CLOSED
GROUP
MAIN.
your name is alexander karev. you are the head of pediatric surgery. you are currently in a relationship with josephine wilson, who has declined your multiple proposals time and time again. (you can't help but be FRUSTRATED at the non-reasons she throws your way.) it all comes to a head the night you find her in bed with deluca, misunderstanding the situation & letting your TEMPER get the best of you. the last two of your intern class, you and meredith grey have become close friends. you work dutifully to provide your patients with the best care possible. (the main verse correlates with and follows the canon events of whatever the current season is.)
SURGICAL FELLOW/ATTENDING.
your name is alexander karev. you have finally finished your surgical residency. you are TOP DOG! and a homeowner, too! you have fought tooth & nail to get where you are, defied the odds, and could not be happier. that is, until you start a relationship with josephine wilson, who understands everything you've been through and loves you despite how hard it is for her to get that close to someone. you briefly relinquish your position at grey sloan in favor of a private practice that helps you pay off your student loans, but return after being fired due to maggie's big mouth. (follows the canon events of seasons nine-eleven.)
RESIDENT.
your name is alexander karev. you are no longer the runt of the litter, the bottom of the surgical foodchain; you're a RESIDENT now! your world begins and ends with izzie stevens, even though you don't want it to. she b r e e z e s into your life with sunshine hair and rose-petal lips, and passes on through just as quickly, leaving the sun dimmer and roses no longer quite as pretty. the loss of her hits you HARD, but you channel your energy into your work. ( and one night stands. ) you officially give up your pursuit of plastics in order to specialize in peds. (follows the canon events of seasons four-eight.)
INTERN.
your name is alexander karev. you are a surgical intern at the prestigious seattle grace hospital. you’re a bully, a shark, a frightened boy hiding behind a mask of bravado because you came from nothing and somehow made yourself something. most of your intern class doesn’t like you because of it — and the nurses don’t either. you and izzie stevens have an on-again-off-again relationship; you let your own external stressors and emotional shortcomings ruin it time & time again. you claim to want a specialty in plastics, but neonatal with addison montgomery is where you shine. (follows the canon events of seasons one-three.)
NO ONE WANTS A KID FROM JUVIE.
your name is alexander evans. you are circulating through the foster care system faster than anyone you know. maybe they don’t like your mouth or your tendency to fight with the other kids or the fact that you don’t take orders very well — you’re never sure, but you’re always kicked out a few months after arriving. you spend all of your time waiting to turn eighteen so that you can get your brother and sister back.
your name is alexander evans. you are taking care of your family the best you can. your mother is schizophrenic, your father is a junkie with a heavy hand, and your siblings rely on you for food and protection. (the former usually consists of pocketed gas station food, but they never complain.) you’re looking at miserable life if you can’t find a way to get your father out of the picture. (set before alex is put in the foster care system, from when he is a child to when he is caught stealing.)
A WAKING NIGHTMARE.
your name is alexander karev. when you reach your thirties, you think you are in the clear! your mother had schizophrenia & so did your brother, but you — you have prevailed. you think this when you become a resident, when you become an attending, when you move in with your hopefully soon-to-be fiancée. you even think this when you suffer your first PSYCHOTIC BREAK. you think this while you withdraw from your friends, while you begin to suspect your peers and patients of plotting against you to take away your license, while you show up to work hours late and just sit there; but you're fine. you're in the clear, remember? (this verse is flexible in its placement in his timeline.)
PRIMARILY A CHOICE; SECONDARILY A FEELING.
your name is alexander karev. you are the head of pediatric surgery at grey sloan memorial hospital. not only has the woman you wanted to marry betrayed you beyond reconciliation, but the woman you have married has shown up after all this time, bringing unresolved feelings with her. izzie stevens has always been your kryptonite, and you've never quite known how to deal with how she affects you. it seems TIME hasn’t changed that.
EVERYTHING IS FINALLY GOING FOR ME.
your name is alexander karev. you are the head of pediatric surgery at grey sloan memorial hospital. everything in your life is PERFECT! you're almost afraid to say that, afraid that you might screw it up by letting the universe know how happy you are — but everything in your life is finally going for you. happily are you married toizzie stevens, who you have a beautiful little girl with. her name is charlotte & you are completely infatuated with her.
ALONE WITHOUT YOU BY MY SIDE.
your name is alexander karev. you are in the third year of your surgical residency at the prestigious seattle grace-mercy west hospital. your wife, izzie stevens, has just succumbed to the impossibly stacked odds of her five percent survival rate. it's something you couldn't have even fathomed, so entirely far-fetched that it didn't seem real. and yet she has left you ALONE — but sometimes you swear you can smell her banana muffins when you walk through the kitchen.
DID YOU KISS ME?
your name is alexander karev and getting drunk off your ass isn't always a good thing, especially when it leads to you KISSING your best friend, meredith grey. and her kissing you back! wouldn't it be so easy to sweep it under the rug? wouldn't it be so simple to claim that it was all on the alcohol, that it didn't mean anything? (too bad it DOES.)
HERE'S TO FUTURE DAYS. • GROUP.
your name is alexander evans. you are taking care of your family the best you can. your mother is schizophrenic, your father is a junkie with a heavy hand, and your siblings rely on your deft hands (good for punching and stealing!) for food and protection. you care very little for the people at your school. most of them get the brunt of the frustration of your home life and most don’t know you as anything other than a bully, though there are a few who you would take on the WORLD for.
WHAT IF/THEN. • GROUP.
your name is alexander karev. you are happily engaged to meredith webber, who turned you around. you were a jerk before you met her. she is your chance to be b e t t e r. (but sometimes you still get to be a jerk behind her back with her PERSON, april kepner.) now, you are the model pupil! eager to learn, responsive to authority & best of all, you're chief resident! you are pursuing a specialty in general surgery, like the amazing ellis grey.
