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@h4thaway
#𝑯𝟒𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑾𝑨𝒀: an independent, selective roleplay blog for 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 from ER. incredibly low activity, mutuals only, minors dni. triggering / adult themes will be present.
adored by cait ( she / her ) '95. rules below the cut.
alexa, play the bitch is back by elton john thx
"I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!" PROMPTS * assorted dialogue for both sides of the argument, adjust as necessary.
for the "i don't need your help" one
you can get lost.
i thought i told you i had this under control.
you never listen to me.
i was taking care of it.
leave me alone.
are you happy now?
you just stepped in and ruined it for me.
that was completely unnecessary and you know it.
i had it under control.
you didn't need to show up.
can't you let me handle my own shit?
i would have appreciated it if you asked first.
i had it handled!
you didn't need to do all that!
what part of "i don't need help" do you not understand?
they were about to give it to me before you showed up!
i had something going and you ruined it!
what, you mean you don't trust me to handle it myself?
you trained me better than this.
you can't just show up every time and save me.
what's the point in putting me out here if you're not going to let me do it on my own?
i thought you trusted me to take care of this by myself.
you taught me this.
i'm never going to forgive you for this.
that was uncalled for.
what happens when you're not here one day and i have to take care of things on my own?
how am i ever going to learn if you keep stepping in?
i'm not you.
for the "i'm just trying to help you" one
i heard you struggling.
i was just trying to help you.
and this is the thanks i get for trying to help?
things were getting out of hand. i had to step in.
you never would have done that by yourself.
it's okay to ask for help.
it's not that i don't trust you. i don't trust [them].
a minute longer and you'd be dead in there.
i had to make sure you were okay.
of course i trust you. this was never about trust.
i'm not going to risk your life like that!
i should have been there sooner.
if i'd only reached you faster.
a simple "thank you" would suffice.
you could thank me for saving your ass back there.
sure didn't seem like you had it under control.
things were getting out of hand, and i stepped in.
i'm in charge here, not you.
i'm not going to put your life at risk like that again.
we're done here.
i'm not arguing with you.
i saved your life, and this is how you repay me?
i just wanted to make sure you were okay.
maybe i crossed a line back there, sure, but i did it for you.
it's because i care about you.
of course you're capable. that was never up for debate.
you're not ready.
next time, let me handle it.
clearly you need more time before i let you do that alone.
we'll try again tomorrow.
married life sentence starters
if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the sentence starters are being sent for .
fluff
“ [Name], will you marry me? ”
“ I take you to be my lawfully wedded husband / wife. ”
“ Happy anniversary, my love. ”
“ Can you believe it’s been a year already? ”
“ I made us some dinner. It should be edible. ”
“ I still get butterflies when I look at our rings. ”
“ I’m proud of the life we’ve built together. ”
“ We really need a bigger couch if we’re going to keep cuddling like this. ”
“ You know I’m legally obligated to steal your fries now, right? ”
“ I married you, not your terrible taste in movies. ”
“ I love you, but if you snore like that again, I’m filing a complaint. ”
suggestive
“ Are we arguing or flirting right now? I can’t tell. ”
“ Close the door. I need my husband / wife to myself. ”
“ You still make my heart race like we just met. ”
“ I love how you still look at me like that. ”
“ Remind me why I fell in love with you - slowly. ”
“ If you keep looking at me like that, I’m not doing the dishes. ”
pregnancy
“ What do you think about us having kids? ”
“ I'd love to have kids with you. ”
“ I don't know how I feel about having kids… What if I do something wrong? ”
“ What if I'm a horrible mother / father? ”
“ I'm pregnant. ”
“ Wait. Are you pregnant? ”
“ We should think about a name for our baby. ”
“ Our son / daughter has your eyes. ”
“ I don't think my genes had any chance of winning. They're a spitting image of you. ”
“ It's your turn with the baby. ”
angst
“ We’ll get through this. We always do. ”
“ I married you for better and worse, remember? ”
“ It’s okay to fall apart. I’m not going anywhere. ”
“ Do you ever think about our wedding day? ”
“ I love you, but I don’t know how to fix this. ”
“ We can’t keep pretending everything is fine. ”
“ When did we stop talking like we used to? ”
“ I’m scared we’re becoming strangers. ”
“ Do you still want this? Us? ”
“ I don’t regret marrying you - but I regret how we’re hurting each other. ”
“ And to prove to myself that this is the end, I taped this over our wedding video. ”
mark's laugh is light. the last few months have been trying. not that the last few years haven't been, in all honesty. there's just been one thing after another, he doesn't know how it's going to end. even this, doug being halfway across the country and mark being the one to stand up for carol when she's been left alone like this. he gets it, he understand it, but it's still not easy.
after the way it all ended with doug, what carol's going through now. it's just an additional weight on his shoulders, but one that he carries without complaint. "right. i'll let you know when i'm pregnant then. everything i'm doing now, you're doing for me, alright?" or whatever he might actually need help with. he knows she'll be there, all he'll ever have to do is ask.
"a couple of weeks? must've got my calendar wrong. i had that date marked off for two weeks ago. i thought we'd already crossed the point of no return." he's teasing, nudging carol's side with a smile. even if she complains every step along the way, he'll stay right with her. "as your humble servant, i won't say a word. i'll just be ready with the car keys for if we get to that point."
" you know i'll always help you. you're stuck with me. " all humor aside, they were both fairly prideful people. asking for help, depending on other people, wasn't something she'd ever been good at. the person she'd started to lean on had left. she was more than grateful for everything mark had done for her. she knew that she owed him.
" hey! " her answering shove to his teasing is nothing more than playful. feigned shock lights her features. " i have been nothing but pleasant . . . this entire time. " the laugh that escapes her speaks to how untrue she really thinks that is. " you're a good man, mark greene. " and despite the levity of the moment, she does mean that. she's worried sometimes that he might forget.
" is now the right time to ask about you & elizabeth? or are you going to avoid this conversation with me forever? "
@storybookodyssey !
@h4thaway sent Mintaka — Sender bumps shoulders with Receiver, grinning.
mel looks up in confusion when she feels the bump against her shoulder. she's been lost in a world of charting, shoulders hunched up until they're almost touching her ears as she's working through file after file. normally she's more on top of her charts, but today's shift has had her running from one room to the next with barely enough time to change her gloves let alone think about a chart.
when she finds carol's smiling face, she relaxes slightly. her shoulders drop half an inch, her posture straightens into something that's relatively normal considering how she'd found herself only moments before. it's reflexive, the smile that appears on her lips. her eyes are quickly casting around, making sure there's no pressing need that she's missed while lost in her own world. "is there something i can help you with?"
the day had been busy. hell, it hadn't slowed down much at all, so there was no past tense to the word. she'd lost count of how many times she'd walked past the blonde hunched over the computer, seemingly lost in the day's tasks. her intention wasn't to pull her away from her work; not as a distraction, anyway. carol had just wanted to pull mel back to the land of the living for a moment, be sure she was okay.
" no, no. not a thing. just wanted to check on you, that's all. " she shakes her head slightly, curls bouncing into her line of sight. " is there something i can help you with? today has been ── a lot. "
@storybookodyssey !
@h4thaway sent today feels like a quiet kind of day. ( @ jing-mei! )
jing-mei isn't one to often subscribe to the delusion that the utterance of a word was enough to cause the exact opposite to occur. however, in the er when the board is already half empty, the phones have been quiet for an hour and there's relative calm on the floor, the last word even she'd say is quiet.
turning her head to look at the charge nurse, she shakes her head. "you're lucky that i'm the only one that heard you say that. if jerry had, he'd have be having kittens already." he wouldn't be the only one. never spoil the day with the q word. whoever said it, was guaranteed to be at fault for anything that ensued. "when it all goes crazy, i won't tell anyone that you're the one who ruined it for us, carol."
leaning against the desk, fingers tapping absentmindedly, she lets out a quiet laugh. she wasn't out to jinx their peace. she would never admit that she was . . . well, bored, but quiet in a place like this was hard to come by. with too many hours left on her shift, she just wanted time to tick by faster. she holds her hands up innocently to concede. " okay, okay. i'll take it back. "
if what she'd originally said hadn't been bad enough, she was sure she would regret what she was about to say next. " there's nothing you need? i'm about two minutes away from reorganizing this entire desk. or decorating for christmas . . . which is almost an entire year away. "
@storybookodyssey !
between laundry & sourdough . . . i will be here to be productive!
carol @ robby: . . . i know what you are
@h4thaway | contd from (x)
carol can always be counted upon for her precision– whether in her actions or her observations. robby can't help but laugh when he's caught. "can't it be a little bit of both?" and it is, really. it may be true that he's taking advantage of the miraculously manageable pace today, but it's also important to him to work alongside his nurses when he can. god knows it's a particularly thankless job, and he's found that jumping in on the less glamorous tasks can go a long way. it's perhaps what he admired most about how adamson taught– an emphasis on respect. he thumbs a key out from his pocket and sets to work ripping through the packing tape. it's quiet for a moment, save for the rustle of packaging. "so," he starts, "how've you been doing?"
she laughs in spite of herself, the sound only as biting as the point of her smirk. she liked being right. " i won't tell. promise. " she is thankful for the company; the people she worked with were the ones that kept her coming back. it isn't often their paths get to cross without chaos as a driving factor, so she's grateful to share a moment with anyone that isn't interrupted. she moves to stand in front of him, the aforementioned package between them. " oh, you know me. " her tone is light when she responds, offering a smile before she plucks some sterile packaging from the box. " i'm as good as anyone who chooses to work here can be. " there may have been some truth to her statement at its core but she merely teases. " i don't want to jinx it, but ── hasn't been a bad day. what about you? hiding from anyone in particular? "
You have the best carol Hathaway blog. Your characterization of her is so good
hey !!!!! come here so i can kiss u
“Mind if I walk with you?”
there's but a hum from her husband in reply. but carol linking arms and declaring she's his walk buddy now isn't unwelcome. ❝ you come in with one little bullet graze, ❞ jack will maintain that it's a graze and not a wound and she's got no reason to overreact. ❝ suddenly your wife wants to stick by your side. babysit ya. ❞ in carol's defense, jack'd come in covered in blood and sweat, helmet hair of curls. and she'd had to patch up that graze. ❝ i'm walkin' just fine, care. see? ❞ he sticks out a leg, the bionic one, and declares that it hardly even hurts. jack peeks at the tablet in her hands. he'll stick with her to see her next patient, though! he definitely doesn't need a moment to sit and rest! nope, not jack.
the specific brand of concern that contorts her expression is mixed with a bit of misplaced anger & an incredible amount of awe. with her arm linked in his, the tablet in her other hand long forgotten, she gives in a bit to the comfort of having him here ── injured, but just barely ( according to him ). eyes roll dramatically, and if he hadn't seen it, the scoff she answers with speaks for itself. " well, maybe someone should babysit you. i'd ground you if i could. this feels like something that deserves a grounding. " it was easy to forget sometimes how dangerous things could be until the aftermath ended up in here. it could have been him on that gurney. but it wasn't . . . and that would have to be enough.
" i know you're indestructible and fearless and self - sufficient ── " words lilt playfully, her gaze rising to his face. " but i'm not. so humor me. " the day had already been off to quite the memorable start; maybe this was just par for the course. " you sure you're okay? " hopefully it was implied that she didn't just mean physically. " no one would blame you if you went home. but . . . there are a lot of people parked around here today that would probably love some attention. oh, and the sweetest baby. " keeping an eye on him totally wasn't on her agenda at all.
i'm here to help, if i can.
she didn't mind the smaller tasks that needed care after a trauma. she liked to think that her attention to detail was what made her good at her job, and she'd be lying if she said she didn't like the occasional quiet. restocking necessary PPE & sterile equipment was productive, sure, but mostly mindless. when she'd heard the door open behind her, she'd expected to be told her time was up ── she was needed elsewhere. even worse, the room was already needed for another trauma. she hadn't expected his kind offer.
" hmm, really? " her head turns to peer at him over her shoulder for a few brief seconds, a smile dancing on her lips. " here to help, or here to hide? " and though her tone lilts teasingly, there's no judgment in her own joke. she wouldn't jinx the day by addressing how quiet it had been; maybe he was just looking for a bit of quiet himself. " you could open that box of gauze & keep me company. "
remember when carol was gonna raise worms for money . . . what a time to be alive
@h4thaway sent [ 22 ] sender discovers receiver drinking their fifth cup of coffee of the day. ( @ mark! )
he's told carol that he won't have another coffee. and mark definitely didn't sneak into the break room to fill his mug and then proceed to make his way down to the suture room out of carol's sight. he wouldn't do something like that. not at all.
why the hell did he promise her?
at least he's working. signing off on charts, giving them the once over as he filters through the stack that he swears isn't getting any smaller. the coffee's needed to get through this pile. they say doctor's handwriting is bad, but they clearly haven't seen lydia's on a bad day when she's in a rush. but he knows where to look, where to focus, more importantly who to focus on more than others.
when the door opens, his hand reaches out, sliding the coffee mug out of sight. hopefully before carol can set her eyes on it. "what's up? did curtain three finally give in and say we can take out the nail?"
she isn't the caffeine police, lord knows she's not innocent herself, but it was easier to be critical of her own vices when someone else was abusing them. mark was busy; she understood. but he'd also disappeared, and that was more concerning. she'd asked everyone and they'd all said the same: they hadn't seen him. the break room was empty. this was either an alien abduction . . . or he was hiding.
when she finally stumbled upon him, she'd been running out of places to check. with hands on her hips and one brow quirked dangerously high, she fights an amused laugh. " curtain three is now asking for a surgical consult, so i'm making that peter's problem. " their patients weren't the reason she'd sought him out. " are you hiding from me? if you are, you're kind of bad at it. and you're even worse at hiding that poor mug. you're going to turn into a coffee bean, mark. "
@storybookodyssey !
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