#mastermicd

@mastermicd hadn't planned to return to tree hill as quickly as she had done. when she'd said goodbye to lucas that time, she had every intention of staying in new york, at least for the foreseeable future. but as with all things, life had been entirely unpredictable, and the life that she'd planned for herself didn't come to fruition. it hadn't taken more than a couple of weeks for her to be back on a plane down to tree hill.

"i wasn't meant to come back. when i said goodbye, i meant it." though part of her was beginning to question why she had been so set on leaving in the first place. everything she did, no matter what or who for, always had a way of bringing her right back. back home. "you could have asked me to stay." would it have changed her mind? would it have brought her back even faster than she already did? there was no way to know for certain.

❝ i'll admit, i may be a bit fuzzy on the details thanks to those five rounds of celebratory champagne, but i'd swear that i did ask you to stay. it was just easier to pretend like i didn't mean it. ❞ lucas straight-forwardly argued, with his feet steadily planted on the river court, the place where everything good begins. the setting alone gives him the spiritual courage to actually say what his heart had been screaming ever since she left ― ever since high school, even, back when he made a blindfolded shot in this very spot:

she's the one.

and that new york night two dreams came true: the novel’s breakthrough, and brooke, right next to him. she just didn't know how much that'd meant to him. but, now that she was back, he'd do anything not to have to let her go again. he passes the basketball over to her, grey hoodie clinging from his shoulders as he challenges her with a flirty smirk, ❝ anyway, you're here now, so how about a quick game of horse? you win, and we celebrate however you want. i win ... and i get to finish what we started that night before you bailed with your pretty tail between your legs. deal? ❞

and the randomizer gods saaaay :

@mastermicd | meme

"it  wasn't..    not  supposed  to  be  a  compliment."      that's  initially  as  much  confirmation  as  she's  willing  to  offer,  head  ducking  in  an  attempt  to  hide  the  smile  betraying  her  urge  to  be  cool.  whatever  being  cool  actually  meant.  focus  instead  stays  on  the  animal  scratch  skilled  hands  are  tending  to  for  him.  it's  minor  and  treatment  is  mostly  unnecessary,  but  doctor  insisted  regardless.  better  to  be  safe.      "don't  let  it  go  to  your  ego."      izzie  doubts  it  ever  actually  could.  @mastermicd  is  kind  and  genuine;    he  reminds  her  of  george  sometimes.    there  isn't  any  arrogance  in  him.      "besides    …    isn't  it  pretty  much  universal  opinion  that  animal  lovers  are  the  real  heroes  of  society?  i'm  really  just  saying  what  everybody  else  is  thinking."      antiseptic  wipe  gently  grazes  work  place  injury  one  last  time  before  she  clears  her  throat  with  a  nod.      "all  clear.    —    no  stitches  required.  you're  gonna  need  to  keep  it  covered  while  it  heals.  i'd  recommend  some  antibiotic  cream,    but  as  long  as  you  don't  go  wrestling  anymore  ferrets  for  a  few  days?"      now  she  gives  in  and  lets  lips  spread  into  teasing  grin.      "i'm  confident  in  giving  you  a  99.9%  chance  of  survival."

"i'm starting to think you've got me here for your personal gain, goldberg." mark had never envision his life to be like this. taking time off from his practice and medicine to find the love of his life in a reality tv show sounded as crazy at first as it did anytime he had to go on a date with one of the contenders. but there was something about his producer that didn't sit right with him. he had known from the moment he set foot at 'everlasting' set that rachel wasn't going to be playing by the play book. the way her eyes sparkled with mischief was enough to keep anyone on their toes. mark, however, felt compelled to chase that look. it was one of the many reasons he had managed to get out of the house undetected and pull her into a poorly lit storage room.

he walked across the room, shortening the space between them, not leaving her a chance to get away. his head tilted as he analyzed her. it felt almost... as if she wasn't surprised at all. one could even say she had orchastrated this encounter herself. and yet, a smirk stayed on his lips. "i was told tara wasn't feeling too well for our date today. which is weird considering the surprise she left on my bedroom last night." he stopped in front of her, looking down in her eyes. there it was... that spark again. "you wouldn't happen to know how she's doing?"

end 💕 or a heart for me to randomly pick one of my mutuals and write at least two things about why I love seeing them on my dash (accepting!)

it's a shadow of a smile that appears on abby's face. the last few weeks haven't been easy. she's not even sure of the exact story that's spread around the er and so there's hesitation on being particularly forthcoming when she's unsure of if or how far the word has spread. she knows the nurses proclivity to gossip, frank's told her himself, but even then. had this got out?

she's waiting for dana. it's a promise for lunch that was made well before any of it even happened. she's still a little surprised that she heard from the charge nurse, more surprised that the offer of lunch was still on the table. "thanks. april, isn't it?" there's so many of them in the er and she's here so infrequently, that it's a struggle to keep up. faces and the names she's heard about sometimes don't align.

it's been a long time since a case has properly rattled dana. however, today's had come pretty damn close. sitting on one of the waiting gurney's in the ambulance bay, she pats the spot next to her for heather to join her. normally, she can hold it in, she lets it out on the drive home from work and is carefree as she can be when she walks in the front door of her house.

fiddling with the chain of her necklace, she tucks the pendant back in under her scrubs. "had a girl come through earlier. my daughter's age, didn't make it." she pauses, fingers tightening around the edge of the thin excuse for a mattress on the gurney. in the forefront of her mind, she can still see the girl's face. "i've seen plenty of kids come through this place, but i dunno. she was wearing a shirt my girl's got. had to cut it off of her myself. just one of those days, i guess. they happen to the best of us."