#muse. derek shepherd

[johannestevans]

the "Medical trials" plotline of grey's anatomy where derek and meredith are allowed to do trials (despite being surgeons instead of even being real doctors), but also they just. euthanise 12 brain tumour patients in a row is so fucking funny

like the chief is like "hey man, you've killed 11 fucking people and if you murder one more we're gonna have to ask you to stop doing it because it's not really medicine" and he's SO MAD

[anunkindncss]

This is a PERMANENT STARTER CALL for McDreamy, himself, Derek Shepherd. As in the show, he is portrayed by Patrick Dempsey and is not always canon compliant with me. So if you're in the mood for some chasing cars in the background, lets give this a go on the merry-go-round.

[mischiefxmanagcd]

"That's not the only reason for my existence, but it's my favorite part of it." Now was not the time to be cracking jokes, especially when he'd just tried to override her choice of treatment plan on a patient that wasn't even his to begin with, but Derek knew how to be a pain in the ass, especially where his sisters were concerned. Especially where Amelia was concerned. "Just admit that you aren't always right and we can move on with our lives. And little tip for the future, Ames, but if you don't want me stepping in to fix things, try not to mess them up from the start." And there was that charming Derek Shepherd snark.

❝ do you just like― exist to make my life a living hell? ❞ they are quick words, ones that had the bite of frustration behind them. good god, did he know just the right way to push her buttons, to irritate more than she thought was possible. still he was amelia's favorite sibling, not that she was going to tell him that. ( he already had enough of an ego without adding that to his list of accomplishments. ) ❝ because, jesus christ― it sure as hell feels like it derek. ❞

@mischiefxmanagcd liked this for a starter !!

[storiesfabled]

updated muse list

under the cut you will find the most up-to-date muse list.

911

evan buckley

maddie buckley

charlotte buckley-diaz // rowan blanchard // buck & eddie daughter

eddie diaz

athena grant

may grant

howard han

tommy kinard

bobby nash

harper nash // er registrar // ashley benson // bobby & marcy daughter

jonah nash // firefighter // tyler blackburn // ray & margaret son

raymund nash // principal // d.w. moffett // bobby’s brother

matthew ransone // police officer // casey deidrick // lou’s son

josh russo

ashlynn wilson // college student // victoria justice // henrietta & karen daughter

henrietta wilson

karen wilson

911: lone star

nancy gillian

trevor parks

arianna reyes // maiara walsh // tk & carlos daughter

carlos reyes

gabriel reyes

gabriella ryder // troian bellisario // judd & grace daughter

grace ryder

jackson ryder // football coach & pe teacher // eric stonestreet // judd’s brother

judd ryder

weston ryder // oil tycoon // jeffrey dean morgan // judd’s brother

aubrey strand // madison davenport // owen & npc daughter

owen strand

tk strand

victoria strand // liana liberato // owen & npc daughter

paul strickland

billy tyson

chicago fire

tricia boden // aisha dee // wallace & donna daughter

wallace boden

sylvie brett

matt casey

gabriella dawson

christopher hermann

stella kidd

patrick mcholland // hunter parrish // mouch & trudy son

rachel mcholland // anna kendrick // mouch & trudy daughter

randall ‘mouch’ mcholland

peter mills

kelly severide

leslie shay

brian ‘otis’ zvonecek

chicago med

anna charles

daniel charles

Mackenzie Crawford // er nurse // Elizabeth Olsen

will halstead

maggie lockwood

connor rhodes

chicago pd

kevin atwater

antonio dawson

eva dawson

hannah halstead // willa holland // jay & erin daughter

jay halstead

erin lindsay

trudy platt

adam ruzek

savannah ruzek // dianna agron // adam & kim daughter

Hank voight

Madeline voight // police officer // charisma carpenter // hank & trudy daughter

Criminal minds

Penelope garcia

Aaron hotchner

Alexandra hotchner // ssa bau // alona tal // aaron & haley daughter

Jennifer jareau

Emily prentiss

Derek morgan

Brynnlee reid-morgan // aisha dee // derek & spencer daughter

David rossi

Rylee rossi // hayden panettiere // david & erin daughter

dallas

Ann ewing

Bobby ewing

Christopher ewing

John ross ewing

Olivia ewing // britt robertson // bobby & ann daughter

Bryan jones // history professor // colin donnell

fire country

Bode Donovan

eve edwards

jennifer jameson // bakery owner // aja naomi king

luke leone

Sharon Leone

Vince Leone

freddy mills

Gabriella Perez

Manny Perez

Grey’s anatomy

Teddy altman

Jackson avery

Miranda bailey

Tuck bailey-jones

Stephanie edwards

Lexie grey

Meredith grey

Zola grey-shepherd

Alex karev

Chloe montgomery-shepherd // er nurse // madelaine petsch

Arizona robbins

Mark sloan

Sofia sloan-torres

Callie torres

Private practice

Cooper freedman

Addison montgomery

Jasmine montgomery-reilly // dove cameron // addison & jake daughter 

Jake reilly

Station 19

Travis montgomery

Theo ruiz

Ben warren

Zoey warren // college student // amber riley // ben & miranda daughter

supernatural

Annabelle buckley-moore // hunter // josephine langsford // evan buckley & jess daughter

Castiel

Crowley

arianna simmons // hunter // chloe bennett

Bobby singer

Rufus turner

Dean winchester

Johanna winchester // danielle campbell // dean & castiel daughter

John winchester

Sam winchester

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 1 Pt. 14 (Big City, Biggest Pumpkin)

When Spencer returned from Selvadorada, Everett visited her at home. Spencer was none the wiser to Heather and Everett's kiss, and she and her boyfriend lost their virginity to each other in her family’s animal shed. When Heather found out, she plastered on a smile for her friends, but Holly knew she was devastated. She suggested the family return to the city for another day trip to take her mind off her drama, this time to the Arts Quarter near the waterfront.

San Myshuno was hosting a flea market, but the kids played on the playground nearby while Neal and Heather played basketball. Daisy and Holly, meanwhile, spent hours fishing beneath the San Myshuno Bridge, catching fish they’d never find in the River Bagley back home. It was a wonderful bonding experience for them, and Holly started to muse about life catching fish in the Simlandia Sea, working in big ocean trawlers docked at the mouth of San Myshuno Bay.

Holly was a petite girl who loved makeup, so this revelation was a bit of a surprise to Daisy, but it was the thought of her growing up and leaving Henford that filled her mother with the most dread. Luckily, Holly was still far too young, and even though Daisy’s new job kept her away from home more than ever, she cherished every minute with her family. When it got too dark to fish, they rejoined the others at a karaoke bar, where they’d stumbled on a contest which River won. His energy doing Sinatra-style jazz won the crowd over several accomplished singers – San Myshuno was a paradise for aspiring entertainers.

Daisy and Neal were surprised to run into Abby Goldbloom and Hayes Harms but thrilled to catch up and hear how love had beaten the odds with them. The lonely creature keeper had finally been brought from his shell by the outgoing grocer. After the birth of their son, Elliot, she sold her grocery, and he sold his cottage in the Bramblewood; Neal and Daisy hadn’t seen them since they’d moved to Brindleton Bay and adopted an Australian Shepherd. For her part, Heather hated hearing about their happily ever after, but she kept her tortured feelings to herself.

(NOTE: After I took all the Henford NPCs and made them playable, the game generated replacements for the grocer, delivery person, creature keeper, and mayor. I use MCCC cheats to alter relationships, like making Kim Goldbloom the daughter of Ian and Derek Moody-McMillan, and I made Agnes and Agatha an old married couple and set Agatha as Bob Pancakes' mother. The game generated clones of Agatha and Agnes in their place, but Abby and Hayes were the new grocer and creature keeper so I played out the in-game creature keeper/grocer lore a little as a side plot, and used MCCC again to make Abby pregnant with Hayes' kid before I made them both playable and moved them to their own lot.)

The family worked together to grow two oversized pumpkins and an enormous watermelon for Finchwick’s Oversized Crop Fair. River got to put his name on the biggest, juiciest pumpkin because he’d helped his parents the most with weeding, so River won the first-place ribbon. Only the third first prize the Nesbitts had ever won from the Finchwick Fair, Heather’s smaller pumpkin placed second and Neal’s watermelon placed third, solely because it was more of a summer plant than a fall one. Now Daisy’s prizes for her chocolate pie and garden crops had to share space on the walls of their home. In all the fair was a great day, and the townsfolk thought it fitting an astrobiologist would be able to grow the best and biggest produce Henford had ever seen.

With Harvestfest around the corner, would the Nesbitts' fresh produce grace their holiday table? And would Daisy ever find a UFO fruit? ->

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[strawbrryrush]

post event starter call! i'll make a plotting call for my unaware muses too but first starters! imma limit to 3 per mun- and 3 per muse! just becos 3 is the easiest for me to keep up with- and I think imma drop all threads except a few i'd like to transition to post event !!

elena gilbert, aware, 33, she/her. 0/3

homura akemi, aware, 22, she/her. 0/3

jinx, unaware, 20, she/her, 0/3

tifa lockhart, aware, 24, she/her. 0/3

nami, unaware, 25, she/her, 0/3

natalie highgrove, aware, 23, she/her. 0/3

amber freeman, aware, 19, she/her, 0/3.

molly, aware, appears 30, she/her, 0/3.

elaine st john, aware, appears 23, she/her. 0/3

vaggie, aware, appears 23, she/her, 0/3.

octavia, aware, 18, she/they. 0/3

azula, unaware, twenty two, she/her. 0/3

draculaura, aware, twenty, she/her. 0/3

moxxie, unaware, he/they, twenty eight. 0/3

michonne hawthorne, aware, she/her, forty five, 0/3

martha hatter, aware, she/her twenty two, 0/3

dahlia dogan, unaware, she/her, nineteen, 0/3

calcifer, aware, he/they, too many years old, 0/3!

scout derek lincoln shepherd, aware, he/him, twenty three, 0/3

lucifer morningstar, aware, he/him, unknown years old, 0/3

kate fuller, aware, she/her, twenty three, 0/3.

lucy maclean, aware, she/her, twenty four, 0/3

sanna marchon, aware, she/her, twenty seven. 0/3

hilda teufel, aware, she/her, eight hundred/ twenty nine, 0/3

teucer, unaware, he/him, twenty two, 0/3

shen xingxing, aware, she/her, nineteen, 0/3

mabel pines, aware, she/they, twenty four. 0/3

junko enoshima, unaware, she/her , twenty, 0/3.

nobara kugisaki, unaware, she/her, twenty one. 0/3

[brckenwarflcwer]

Hi! I decided to make this post as I am looking for other 21+ muns to start up some Grey's Anatomy 1x1's on discord! Right now I am only looking to write a couple of ships that I have the most muse for and I will play either character within the ship!

I don't really have much in mind when it comes to plots, but I am only on season 11 and so the storylines will most likely be set around that time. I am most definitely open to discussing some plots and see what we can come up with!

I do have rules on my pinned post. Smut is welcomed but not necessary and I prefer when the plot isn't only surrounding it. While I do typically write a few paragraphs per reply, if you prefer to write shorter replies, I'm happy to match.

Ships I am wanting to write:

Amelia Shepherd x Arizona Robbins

Derek Shepherd x Meredith Grey

Addison Montgomery x female oc (has to be age appropriate)

Addison Montgomery x Meredith Grey

If you're interested, please either like this post or dm me and we can talk!

[slayersindie]

hi! i'm buffy, a brand new indie roleplayer that focuses on writing as canon characters from my favourite fandoms! while my blog is no where near finished yet, i thought i would make a starter/plot call for when i'm ready! while i only write as canon characters, i will happily write against ocs and i'm crossover friendly (within reason). i've never done indie before and so please bare with me as i get to grips with it and learn the ropes.

i'm still setting up my muse directory, but i thought i would compile a list of the muses i write as under the read more.

if you're interested, please like this post and i'll come say hi in your dms!

addams family

gomez addams

morticia addams

buffy the vampire slayer

anya jenkins

buffy summers

cordelia chase

faith lehane

spike

tara maclay

willow rosenberg

charmed

chris halliwell

cole turner

daryl morris

leo wyatt

paige matthews

phoebe halliwell

piper halliwell

prue halliwell

wyatt halliwell

gen v

andre anderson

cate dunlap

emma meyer

jordan li

marie moreau

god of war (2018/ragnarok)

freya

kratos

grey’s anatomy (only up to season 11)

addison montgomery

alex karev

amelia shepherd

april kepner

arizona robbins

callie torres

cristina yang

derek shepherd

izzie stevens

jackson avery

jo wilson

lexie grey

maggie pierce

mark sloan

meredith grey

miranda bailey

owen hunt

stephanie edwards

teddy altman

marvel (mcu)

bruce banner

bucky barnes

carol denvers

clint barton

eddie brock

gamora

jane foster

kate bishop

loki

may parker

natasha romanoff

pepper potts

peter quill

sam wilson

steve rogers

thor

tony stark

valkyrie

wanda maximoff

yelena belova

pirates of the caribbean

elizabeth swann

jack sparrow

will turner

snowpiercer (netflix)

andre layton

melanie cavill

stranger things

jim hopper

joyce byers

twilight

edward cullen

emmett cullen

jacob black

rosalie hale

van helsing (netflix)

axel miller

dracula

ivory

jack van helsing

vanessa helsing

violet van helsing

the boys

annie january

billy butcher

frenchie

hughie campbell

kevin moskowitz

kimiko miyashiro

margaret shaw

mother's milk

the mask of zorro/the legend of zorro

alejandro de la vega

elena de la vega

the mummy

ardeth bay

evelyn o'connell

rick o'connell

the witcher (netflix)

geralt of rivera

jaskier

triss merigold

yennefer of vengerberg

underworld

david

lucian

michael corvin

selene

sonja

[2000sfm]

any suggestions for roles or reboots that would fit 30+ muses well? either existing or new ones!

we  would  love  more  older  muses  around  here.  some  ideas  for  older  muses  in  existing  reboots  are  listed  under  the  cut  since  it's  quite  a  long  list.  however  some  other  reboots  that  could  definitely  fit  30+  muses  are  :  13  going  on  30,  legally  blonde,  american  psycho,  mamma  mia,  how  i  met  your  mother,  the  office  &  desperate  housewives  !!

the  vampire  diaries:  alaric  saltzman,  jenna  sommers,  john  gilbert,  meredith  fell,  sybil,  liz  forbes,  lillian  salvatore,  josette  laughlin,  isobel  flemming,  carol  lockwood,  abby  bennett,  pearl,  mikael  mikaelson,  zach  salvatore  &  esther  mikaelson.

the  oc:  alex  kelly,  sandy  cohen,  kirsten  cohen,  julie  cooper,  jimmy  cooper

one  tree  hill:  dan  scott,  keith  scott,  deb  scott,  karen  roe,  quinn  james.

sons  of  anarchy:  jax  teller,  opie  winston,  donna  winston,  gemma  teller-morrow,  clay  morrow,  tara  knowles,  juice  ortiz,  tig  trager,  chibs  telford,  happy,  wendy  case,  half-sack  epps.

gilmore  girls:  sookie  st.  james,  christopher  hayden,  emily  gilmore,  richard  gilmore,  max  medina,  michel  gerard,  mrs.  kim.

pretty  little  liars:  ezra  fitz,  melissa  hastings,  wren  kingston,  ashley  marin,  meredith  sorenson,  veronica  hastings,  ella  montgomery,  byron  montgomery,  ian  thomas,  tom  marin.

sex  and  the  city:  samantha  jones,  charlotte  york,  miranda  hobbes,  mr.  bing,  aiden  shaw.

supernatural:  dean  winchester,  sam  winchester,  jo  harvelle,  bobby  singer,  john  winchester,  mary  winchester,  ruby,  lilith,  castiel,  ellen  harvelle,  jessica  moore.

friends:  phoebe  buffay,  ross  geller  (ross  gang),  janice  hosenstein,  gunther,  mike  hannigan,  carol  willick,  emily  waltham,  susan  bunch,  kathy,  jill  green,  amy  green.

criminal  minds:  spencer  reid,  derek  morgan,  penelope  garcia,  emily  prentiss,  hotch  hotchner,  jason  gideon,  david  rossi,  elle  greenaway.

grey's  anatomy:  lexie  grey,  mark  sloan,  derek  shepherd,  amelia  shepherd,  izzie  stevens,  george  o'malley,  cristina  yang,  alex  karev,  miranda  bailey,  callie  torres,  arizona  robbins,  april  kepner,  jackson  avery,  owen  hunt,  addison  montgomery.

true  blood:  bill  compton,  eric  northman,  lafayette  reynolds,  sam  merlotte,  tara  thorton,  pam,  alcide  heveraux.

jennifers  body:  nikolai  wolff

resident  evil:  chris  redfield,  albert  walker,  jill  valentine,  ada  wong,  barry  burton,  rebecca  chambers,  ashley  graham.

scream:  gale  weathers,  dewey  riley.

[slayerswrites]

* . ⊹ 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹…

muse: derek shepherd ( grey's anatomy )

location: grey sloan memorial hospital, seattle wa

who for: patient, fellow doctor, friend, sister, all genders (w/nb only for romance), canon or oc, its okay to assume connection, nsfw friendly

crossover: anything that is slice of life. no horror, supernatural, fantasy etc

triggers: medical

dni: if you, your muse or their fc is under 21. any muse related or based on harry potter. if the fc is cartoon/anime/drawing etc

if you wish to plot, read my rules or know more, please visit my main

"Well," Derek spoke up as he placed the small flashlight back into the chest pocket of his white coat. "It's safe to say that there isn't any real damage, just a little knock to the head." With a slight tilt of his head, he flashed an amused smile. "What were you even doing out there?"

[johannestevans]

vows i would get derek shepherd to write on his shitty post-its if i was meredith grey:

i promise not to take credit for your work and ideas and carefully remove your involvement and contribution from the narrative i craft about my own genius as a neurosurgeon

i promise not to have a whining temper tantrum and go sit alone drinking in my trailer whenever someone dares to imply i'm not perfect and godly, or points out errors i make

i promise not to medically euthanise 11 patients with limited time left in a row and then get very angry when the chief of surgery politely asks that i not murder any more patients and then kill one more of those before my bullshit tactic actually works

i promise not to, as i did to my first wife, after an argument leave to a different city and start an entire new life and "fall in love" with whichever young subordinate i lay eyes on first, without so much as sending you a text to tell you what i'm doing, because god forbid i communicate my feelings to my supposed beloved wife

i promise to try really hard to be less of a toxic misogynist, even though i'm obviously not capable of that

i promise i'll suck mark off for once instead of making him suck me all the time

[anunkindncss]

@surgeonsoath liked for a starter!

"Amelia, I don't know how many times or ways I have to say this to you. I'm not angry, I'm disappointed." He stated, jaw taut. Somehow they could never seem to find common footing. Perhaps that was his fault. But Derek wasn't about to admit it, not when she was on her tear about how she'd overcome so much when really she hadn't overcome everything. Not yet. "You promised me the drugs were behind you. But you're drinking. It's not long til' the slope catches up with you and I don't want to see that happen."

[eldrai]

simple things [Hotchgan]

2.7k words, fluff, Hotch/Morgan. Also features Clooney the dog. For @masterwords :)

It was a bad night. 

Three hours after they had gone to bed, Derek was snoring beside him but Aaron was wide awake and staring at the ceiling. The pain was swelling and rising like the tide lapping at a shore, receding but never gone. Nausea wasn't far behind. He had hardly managed dinner.

He wasn't going to sleep – even fitful sleep should have happened already if it was going to – so he rose without waking Derek. A shower might make him feel better but he lacked the energy and real desire for one; his heating pad would have the same effect for much less hassle.

He didn't turn on the lights, didn't need to, and he had a faint headache growing anyway. That was what he hated the most about the flares, that they affected him in ways it had no real reason to. Aaron blinked into the dark of the living room and the movement in the corner became Clooney, lifting his head up from where he was curled in his bed.

"Hey, boy," Aaron whispered. Derek didn't let him up on the bed all that often, owing to the sheer amount of hair Clooney produced, though the couches were fair game. And he was never a dog to avoid a cuddle. 

It wasn't a surprise when he was followed by quiet footsteps as he scooped up the heating pack and microwaved it in the kitchen, running on autopilot. Clooney brushed against his legs and stood looking up at him. He didn't mind being watched when it was Clooney, and though he'd never admit it, there was a sense of security which came with living with a guard dog.

Aaron stopped the microwave before it beeped – Derek was a heavy sleeper but that he wasn't in bed would be enough reason for him to come investigate any noise – and took the heating pad to the couch. He stretched out, the fabric cool after hours of turning over in bed, and held the pad over his abdomen. The heat seeped through and he groaned in relief. Sleep was far away but relief from the pain was more than an adequate silver lining. 

He reached for the remote and flipped on the TV, lowering the volume as far as it would go before he could no longer hear it. The half of the channels which weren't playing terrible infomercials had nothing which caught his interest, and what he did recognise in their recorded shows he found himself too drowsy to focus on. Aaron let something play anyway, because it was a distraction even if he wouldn't remember any of it later. 

Clooney whined, a quiet rather sad sound, and jumped up to join him. Aaron chuckled and shifted his legs to allow the dog room to curl up between them and the back of the couch, a warm ball of fur. Clooney laid his head on Aaron's knee and blinked at him with dark eyes. Sometimes he thought the dog had a sense for it, when he was hurting. He'd be slower, gentler, and he'd even leave Derek's side for Aaron—a feat for a dog with a clear favourite person.

Then again, for all he was spoiled by both of them, Clooney had his own experiences of pain. Aaron remembered the first time he'd come over to Derek's, and how Clooney had curled up in the ground by Derek's feet, watching his every movement as they talked. How conversation was easy with Derek in a manner it had never been with other people. They rarely got the chance to be the two of them without distraction and Aaron, who found himself longing just to keep talking, saw the opportunity and leant down to let Clooney sniff his hand—the dog had given him the once-over already—and gave him a slow stroke. He was a large dog, the black fur on his back fading to tan, with large ears sticking straight up. "German shepherd?"

"Yeah," Derek said. "Ex K-9. Give him a scratch behind the ears, he'll love you. He's a softy really."

"They do get hip problems, don't they?" Aaron had mused, taking in the low slope of Clooney's back. It seemed better than others he had seen. He wanted to kick himself—what sort of conversation was that —but his only other option had been was to ask if Derek grew up with dogs and, aside from already having heard him say he hadn't, would inevitably lead to questions about his own childhood.

"He's working line," Derek said, thankfully unperturbed by what Aaron thought to be a strange statement, "but he got himself shot right—" He pressed his fingers into the fur over Clooney's hip. "—about there . The vet says he's good as long as we keep up his physio."

"Oh," Aaron had said. Clooney walked fine, without the faintest trace of a limp. "What happened?" 

Derek sat back, his arm along the top of the couch. "Well. I get a call from my mom and she's saying Derek, there's this dog they've been training …" 

In the end, Aaron had not gone home. Conversations were had and drinks were drunk and they'd woken in the morning to Clooney curled up at the foot of the bed.

Aaron lay with his head half fuzzy with tiredness, watching without seeing the television, stroking Clooney's soft fur and holding the heating pad in place. When it had cooled, warmed only by his body heat, he was still hoping that he might fall asleep and getting up would ensure he couldn't. He leant over and deposited it on the coffee table, then lay on his back. Let the narration on a documentary talk him to sleep. 

It didn't, but when the pains made a sharp return, Aaron's hands came to knead his abdomen, pressing down as if that would stop it. Clooney raised his head. 

"It's okay," Aaron murmured. "Lie down."

Clooney padded further up the couch, sniffing at Aaron's shirt, and with a remarkably human glance at him, lay carefully on him. His warm weight draped across Aaron's chest and stomach, head on his paws, and he closed his eyes with a contented sigh. 

Aaron stroked him, a much easier motion with Clooney up close, and there was something unexpectedly soothing in the simplicity. The softness. He let his own head fall back against the arm of the couch and closed his eyes too.

Though there was none of the disjointed jerkiness of waking up and falling asleep again to indicate that he'd drifted off, Aaron spent a long time there, resting his eyes if nothing else. It was more than he got some nights.

The next time Aaron opened his eyes, the room was bathed in a silky purple light, creeping from late night to earliest morning, and he sighed. There went the hope of getting much sleep. He never did nap well and it would throw him off for tonight if he did drift off during the day.

Clooney lifted his head at the sound. Aaron glanced out the window at the clear weather. Glanced back at the hopeful brown eyes of a dog who knew it was near the time for a W-A-L-K. He wasn't in any fit state to give Clooney his proper exercise but some fetch before Derek took him out wouldn't hurt. 

"Go on," Aaron said. Clooney's ears perked up. "Go get your ball."

Clooney jumped up to pad down the hall for it and Aaron stretched out, the burn in his muscles painful but satisfying after lying still for so long.. He'd barely managed to sit up before Clooney returned, the mauled tennis ball held in his mouth and tail swishing the ground as it wagged. Despite his excitement, Clooney circled on the spot, waiting for him to get to his feet. It was the same thing he did with Derek on walks. The leash was a formality, because he never went far without looking back at them, checking they were with him.

Loyal breed. Loyal dog. 

Aaron let a strained sound slip through his teeth as he stood, pressing his fist into the worst of his pain. In some ways it was a blessing to be up so early, when there was nobody around to hear. A certain freedom in being allowed to be in pain. Just Clooney, tilting his head, eager eyes wide. And he wouldn't tell. 

"Good boy," Aaron said, scratching the top of Clooney's head, who gave a pleased huff and padded over to the back door.

Briefly considering stopping to find gloves or his jacket, Aaron figured the morning air wouldn't do him any harm and slid the French door open. It was a nice house; he could imagine a lot of life, people gathered in the living room, scattered across the deck, out on the lawn. The old deck chairs Derek claimed vehemently he was going to get around to pressure washing were in exactly the right spot to catch the sun in the early afternoon, stay warmed through into the evening. Aaron had a habit of falling asleep in them and he found he didn't much mind. 

His face stung. The air was sharp enough to prickle him with cold needles and he stood for a moment adjusting to it, rubbing his hands up and down the goosebumps on his arms, letting it wash over him like a baptism. His head was a little clearer, the pain a little more distant.

Nobody else in the garden. Him and Clooney and the few birds beginning to rouse with the sun. 

Aaron sat on the top step, lowering himself with a grunt. The grass was wet with dew beneath his feet. Behind him came Clooney's nails tapping the wood in his impatient excitement, and Aaron stroked the dog when he pushed beneath his arm and stood with his front paws planted firmly on the lip, gazing out at the yard.

Clooney's nose was wet as he pushed it into Aaron's palm, standing in front of him with his tail moving even faster.

"Drop it," Aaron said. Calling it a ball was honestly a stretch, but it was more solid than a lot of things Clooney sunk his teeth into. The first time he'd gone with Derek to walk him, the frisbee was nothing more than a twisted lump of plastic after they were through. But he was all gentleness as he let the ball fall into Aaron's hand and sat on the grass on his haunches. 

The first throw was a lazy thing but Clooney sprinted after it like his life depended on it, a blur of quick limbs and fur. There was something entrancing about his movements, Aaron thought. Either that or the sleep deprivation was starting to get to him. 

And then Clooney was back in front of him, the swish-swish-swish of his tail over the grass as Aaron leant down to retrieve the ball. He straightened up, felt the twang in his back, the omnipresent aching in his stomach. It hurt but there were worse things to hurt for than this. 

He threw the ball. Clooney raced after it. His warm breath ghosted over Aaron's  fingers every time he returned the ball, nudging his hand as if to remind him. 

They settled into an easy rhythm. The gentle breeze ruffled Aaron's shirt and his hands were going numb, mottled white and bright red. It wasn't that cold; it was his circulation doing what it usually did. Even as a kid he'd always be the first one out on the playground to start feeling the chill, to have his hands curl stiff and red, whether he had gloves or not. Nowadays it scares medical professionals into constantly checking his distal pulse and gets Derek to yelp when he brushes his feet against him in bed. He'd take that.

He wasn't sure how much time they had spent outside. Just that the sky had faded through the purples and reds into the amber of the sunrise. Clooney was no less enthusiastic about the fiftieth throw than he was the fifth and Aaron, aside from being unable to really feel his hands, wasn't in a rush to finish. Through the fog of exhaustion, a simple throw required no extra focus. He didn't have to concentrate. Didn't have to focus on the pain when he could let himself slip into the simplicity of fetch with Clooney.

"Morning," Derek said. 

Aaron almost jumped. He twisted around where he sat and blinked at Derek, similarly barefoot and underdressed for the cold, who held a steaming mug in each hand.

"Morning," Aaron said. Clooney whined and he picked up the ball again.

"You weren't in bed," Derek said. As he came closer, there was the rich aroma of the herbal tea blend they kept for the bad nights, and a familiar fresh coffee. The tea had been a gift from Penelope at first, except they found it helped temper some of the milder symptoms and they kept plenty tucked in the back of a kitchen cupboard. Neither of them had figured out what it was that was having that effect and it wasn't exactly unpleasant to drink — at least to Aaron. Derek got the coffee. As much as he craved it during the flare ups, when he was exhausted down to his very bones, the caffeine inevitably made things worse. The less of it the better. 

Derek passed him his tea and lowered himself to sit on the steps, close enough for their arms to rest comfortably together. The mug was warm in his hands but the warmth in his chest was entirely different. "Thought it might've been a bad night. Did you sleep?"

Aaron let his head rest against Derek's shoulder, which was evidently answer enough. He sighed and pulled him closer, taking advantage of the proximity to  plant a kiss on the top of his head 

"It's been a while since it was bad," Aaron reminded him. Derek always worried more about it than he did, had since the start of it all. He wasn't content with the pain, no, but he met it with a sense of resignation and the consolation that it'd only be a few days before the flare died down. Derek rarely voiced his exact concerns but Aaron surmised they were about what would happen if they didn't. 

"I know," Derek said. "I just…"

"Yeah," he murmured. When he took a tentative sip, his stomach didn't protest at the tea. "Thanks."

Clooney dropped the ball expectantly at their feet and Aaron tossed it to the end of the yard.

"Aren't you cold?" Derek said. 

Aaron glanced at his fingers, which were slowly returning to their normal colour from the milky white they had gone. 

"I don't think so," he said, shifting the mug to one hand. "They don't feel—"

" No ," Derek said. "Aaron—"

He pressed the back of his hand to Derek's cheek with a laugh; Derek pulled away with a hiss which dissolved into his own laughter too. "So that's the thanks I get, huh."

"You asked."

"For some reason, I was worried," Derek teased. Clooney returned to them, panting, and dropped the ball in Aaron's lap. He picked up the battered tennis ball. "How long have you been out here?" 

"Not long," he lied. "I was on the couch for a while with Clooney but I wasn't getting any sleep, so I thought I might as well."

"He gave you the eyes."

"He gave me the eyes," Aaron said.

Derek laughed, his leg knocking against Aaron's. "Yeah. Deadly."

"I can see why you said yes."

When Clooney came bounding back to them, Derek scratched behind his ears, stroked his face. "He's a good boy," Derek said. "Couldn't say no once I met him." 

Aaron reached to fuss over the other ear and Clooney stood basking in the attention, his tail wagging furiously.

"How are you feeling?" Derek asked. "I was gonna get breakfast started, are you…?"

And when Aaron thought about it, he realised that despite the feverish feeling which came with no sleep, he was more hungry than he was nauseous. "Hungry," he said. "Yeah."

Derek straightened but Aaron laid a hand on his knee before he could get up. 

"In a minute?" Aaron said. I love you .

They had things to do and they would have cases to solve come Monday, but for just today, there was time to watch Clooney. Just sit with a warm drink and Derek by his side. Let the world pass them by for a little.

"Yeah," Derek said, understanding in his eyes. He relaxed back into the stair, against Aaron. I love you . "Yeah. Okay."

[xchxsingcxrsx]

Okay, so managed to catch up with both Station 19 and Greys Anatomy. Which even though neither are in the shows anymore but get a brief mention, I have got so much muse for Lucas Ripley and Derek Shepherd. Let me know if you are interested in roleplaying with them. 

[surgeonsoath]

So like does anyone here also rp on discord and quite a bit as I don’t want to create a new blog for non greys muses but I’m desperate to rp the following characters;

Phoebe Halliwell

Thomas (The Maze Runner; specifically against Newt or vice versa)

Joel or Ellie ( The Last of Us )

Jack Shepherd ( Lost but he works here too as I have a verse where he is Derek and Amelia’s long lost brother )

Hades

Psyche

[storiesfabled]

like for a starter with one (or more) of the following shondaland original muses. comment who you want and if a multi who it's for!

jasmine montgomery-reilly (jake & addison) // chloe montgomery-shepherd (derek & addison) // zoey warren (ben & miranda)