#luckxmi

[chaexmi-blog]

delighted distress.

@luckxmi — tw / dislocated shoulder, torture, blood, general distress. 

They say you should never call the emergency room “quiet.” It’s a forbidden curse and one he’s only witnessed a grand total of two times in his short career. Both nurses and doctors do their best to avoid this, but at times, a patient could have the balls to say it, and no one with a foot in the grave is going to get reprimanded for it.

Unfortunately.

In-patients are calmer times, sure. But the thrill of seeing a half-dead man crawling on his hands and knees into the slew of busy bodies is a beautiful sight. If he catches it in time, he could see the hope slide from their eyes. This combined with the fact that he could be the last thing the man sees is an absolute delight; the person who was supposed to save you. 

Imagine the horror in that. 

So he stays. While Hyungwon finishes his last round of patients on the left side of the emergency room, he’s quickly greeted with another incoming. It makes his shoulders sag just slightly, and his overworked legs want to run away screaming. However, his shift isn’t technically over yet, and the state of this young man has to be the best vision he’s had all day.

Cuts on his shoulder, arms, torso, legs… Is he limping? 

The on-call nurse is with the unfortunate man before him. If he was being honest, he was taking his time; just surveying the new patient. It’s obvious that the black-haired man isn’t in the state to be talking, and breathing seems rough, but Hyungwon’s asking questions anyway just to be sure. “Where do you feel the most pain?” He checks for any airway blockage, blood pressure and pulse anomalies, and what the most visible external injuries might be. The works.

What are these markings? 

There’s a round of questioning from the three nurses surrounding the bedded patient. The only time Hyungwon has ever been on one of these emergency beds is if he’s absolutely exhausted and on a double shift, so it must not be comfortable for someone in such a horrid state. Everyone seems far more passionate about this than he is, though, and all he wants to do is sedate the black-haired man laying in front of him to temporarily put him out of his misery. But that’s not how typical procedures go, so he settles on taking care of the injuries he can readily see.

[eyesxofxlove]

starter for @luckxmi​ with sarang

the day had started so well for sarang, she had actually won a lottery prize at her neighborhood’s grocery store which was a one month’s worth of milk supply and her recent promotion campaign for one of her clients had shown even better results than she had anticipated so she did not expect that something would go bad so soon. and yet...it happened.

she went in the elevator of the mall holding just two bags from stores she had visited that day and there was someone else inside already. yet the moment she pressed the number for it to start going up, it stopped. “oh my god!” her breathing immediately became heavier. “oh my god!!” the despair in her tone? it was evident. the panic in her eyes? it was as obvious as a fly in a glass of milk. “did i die yet? no? yes? what?”

[lhmiko]

whoops.

Random Generated Sentence Starters - Not Accepting!

16.  Accidentally lock themselves in somewhere with your muse.

Miteum had kind of just panicked, he just needed to talk to this with one of the Hydrus members, just one, and he needed to speak privately. He had just grabbed a random wrist and pulled them into the room together with him, the moment he closed the door he locked it as well, he had no idea who he had dragged in with him, and he would have no idea until they spoke. He tried to keep his breathing low, to seem calm and not show how panicked he actually was, alright it was just about getting this out “so uhm—”

“so uhm…”

“so…” oh god, had he panicked too much? Suddenly his mind was blank, he had completely forgotten all the words he was about to say, suddenly dragging a random Hydrus into this room had no meaning “what ever” he said slightly annoyed, of course something like this would happen to him, he would desperately need help and then forget what he needed help about. Oh well, was there anything to do? No. And thus he turned around and turned the doorknob, to his surprise without succeed, then he remembered he had locked the door and he slightly chuckled at his own stupidity. He unlocked the door as fast as he had locked it and then he turned the doorknob again, to an even more surprise; without luck. Rapidly, multiple times he tried opening the door, with no success. He sighed at himself and then faked a chuckle “I’m Lovely, nice to meet you, I mean—

Unless we’ve met before… but uhh “. He scratched the back of his neck, slightly embarrassed at what he was next to say “apparently I don’t know how to open this door”

[chaexmi-blog]

monster under the bed.

@luckxmi — continuing from ♡

tw / drugging. seizure. mention of familial death.

Aeon’s admittedly not having the best day, which is evident from the disarray of his immediate environment, but at least Luck was here to distract him and keep him company for a while — maybe one day he’ll even call it a blessing in disguise; what with the slew of complaints filling the otherwise silent room. In fact, he happily takes it over being in his own head. “I never took you for the type to question those sorts of things,” he meets the other’s eyes as he speaks, even if it’s only so that he could see just how fooled the man was at the consumption of his beverage — laced with a lethal poison Aeon was eager to try out on someone and properly observe. For science. “On the one hand, you might lose a customer. On the other,” he pauses to focus on packing his powder before continuing. “Sounds like he wronged you first,” Aeon shrugs his shoulders; feeling that he’s being agreeable without meaning to. “So I’d call it just-” He stops trying to talk mid-way through and turns his head again when he hears the other repeat themselves. 

Vaguely aware of the onslaught of instinctive confusion, maybe fear, and grappling for information the tormented man is not going to get, Aeon promptly dismisses his tasks and crouches in Luck’s direct line of vision — head tilted to the left with a curious but pleased expression, and gently brushes the loose strands of hair away from his eyes; as if it’s the only thing he’s capable of doing for the anguished man. He briefly hums to the tune of an ice cream truck, and idly wonders if that’s too cruel. Luck did compliment him on the narcotics he’s spent well-enough time producing in the dark expanse of his laboratory; or perhaps it was laboratories, considering the fact that he uses any available testing ground. Off topic. 

Regardless of the drool and the mess of the barely-digested coffee, he nears the unfortunate man’s face and paints a lopsided smile over his own features; Aeon just wants to watch the agony a moment longer, as if it were the personification of death he fell in love with at sixteen and has been trying to meet over and over again ever since. He didn’t quite know it then, no, it was much different to his sister’s death — that was spotted from miles away and he had distanced himself so far in advance that he felt numb to the inevitable departure. I guess I still miss her, he allows himself to think in his split-second of musing, because she’s not looking down on him from God’s heaven. 

Spiking drinks at run-down nightclubs and aiding in the population of hell can only do so much for him; those are events he could only witness from a distance. But this? This feels so up close and personal, so intimate, because for the first time in his hapless life, he found a friend in Luck — it’s bizarre yet serendipitous as he reflects on it. No one told him that drugging your friend was any kinds of normal or acceptable; he figured that out himself. This isn’t Toy Story, and it isn’t Wreck-It-Ralph, where obstacles within friendships are either forgiven or endured; they’re childish stories with happy beginnings and even happier endings. Aeon, however, is in a choose-your-own-adventure game, and he’s made some questionable decisions thus far. “You wouldn’t hate me, would you, Luck?” He asks with a thoughtful smile, and although he loves this scene splayed in front of him, he knows Luck won’t survive the next six hours without an antidote, and he’s selfish enough to want this friend to stick around a bit longer. “I don’t have a cure for you,” he admits regretfully, but he isn’t exactly sorry about it, “but if you can agree to being in a vegetable state for a bit, I can conjure one up.” Perhaps he’s a bit too delighted at the prospect of causing someone such trauma, but what can I do? Aeon was happy to play God.

[mixhoney-blog]

ouchhh. ( if you're still accepting )

RANDOM GENERATOR STARTERS | NOT ACCEPTING  

06.) Obtain a broken bone.

She promised Mina she’ll make dinner for her too if she came over to Hyunjae’s place on Friday. Hani was at the grocery store, picking all the ingredients that she needed to make some nice meal for them. When she was done with her groceries, she proceeded towards the counter and after the whole thing, out to the parking lot she went, which was just in front of the grocery store. Loading up bags of groceries for Hyunjae’s fridge. She doesn’t have to do this but the maids don’t really stock up the fridge with healthy but equally tasty food so she had to take the liberty of doing so. 

Just as she was walking up to the driver’s seat, Hani notices a man nearby who was waiting for the pedestrian sign to turn green. She was about to leave when she heard a car. The guy who was now crossing the street just happened to have some headphones and was looking at his phone. Hani gasped and ran at full speed.

“Hey!” She called the guy out. “Hey!” Once more she tried to get his attention. He freezes as the car honks at him, Hani didn’t know what got into her and she just ended up pushing the male out of the way and by doing so, Hani took his place. The screeching tires were all she remembered before her body was sent flying and she was rolling on the asphalt road. 

“Ouch..” She groaned as she opened her eyes, everything was a blur. Her vision was then focused on the male’s direction while she was lying on the ground, or at least she was thinking that way. 

“Are you okay!?” Some bystanders had flocked over to her already but she still points at the male. “Please help him.” They were bewildered by her words, seeing as she wasn’t in the best state either. She had scratches and her forehead was bleeding. “He’s okay, right?” She asked the bystander, the pain on her left arm shooting up. When one of the bystanders told her that the male was fine, Hani even managed to smile before her eyes well up in tears as she grabs on her left arm, biting down on her bottom lip as she fought back the pain. A fractured arm was nothing compared to death after all.

[crownxmi]

ouch,

❝ random generated edition, acceptingmy muse will: piggyback your muse to safety after they’ve been hurt

“you sure you didn’t have anyone else to call?“ jaehyun asks, shifting luck on his back just enough so it was more comfortable for him to walk down the stupid dark alleys. “i’m pretty sure you can find more.. suitable people to carry you like this.” he adds, almost mumbles it because really, he wasn’t the strongest one, yet he tried to keep his pace fast enough so no one decided to shoot at them again... or decided to jump at them with a knife. thank god they weren’t far from the hq, otherwise crown wouldn’t be as lucky to where he had to carry the other.

with a sigh, he kicks the main door open and ignored the weird ass looks they are given, mumbling something under his breath because he could already feel his legs give up on him. “i’ll drop you by the medic dudes, that okay?“ jaehyun asks, twisting his head enough to be able to look at the other and raises a brow to see if that was actually okay. he was walking a lot calmer now, not speed walking or nearly jogging, but he was already expecting to have muscle ache the next day. yes, despite being a hitman, jaehyun didn’t do weight training. shocker.

[min007mi]

whooopsie.

Random Generated Sentence Starters - Accepting!

5. Accidentally punch your muse

Advice. Min is not usually one that needs advice, and even if he does need advice he’s not very much the person to ask for it. As a child there was never anyone to ask for advice, and as Min grew up he just accepted this fact, perhaps that was for the better, he didn’t need other’s advice, his own was good enough. And so he lived with this fact, that he could handle everything on his own. But while growing up he realized there were times where he actually needed the opinion of another. The bitter truth is hard to accept, but oh so, Min has decided to accept this stupid fact, that you can’t do everything on your own.

For sure Minhyuk isn’t one of Min’s closest friends, but does Min even have a close friend? One he can tell everything to? No. The answer is definitely no, so when Min needs help from someone then he just has to pick someone random, someone he knows who he sadly has to trust. It happened not too long ago, that Min showed up at the doorstep of his friend while crying, something had happened that day, and ever since it happened it has been bugging Min.

Min hasn’t talked with his parents for years, for various reason, but the most important reason? He hates them. While growing up they were never his parents, they were never there for him, he was simply just someone that needed to get good grades, that was all he was for them. So when Lynx offered the chance for him to get away from them, he accepted it immediately, he wanted to get away as soon as possible. But not too long ago he saw them, and they looked happy, without him. He started to wonder if they could’ve ever have become a happy family, ever become close, that if he went back to them then would it change? And he needed advice on this subject, on whether or not to go back to his parents, to tell them sorry for leaving without notice, to ask for forgiveness and to finally try to become a family.

He breathes deeply as he looks at Minhyuk. “Minhyuk I—” and without getting more words out he realizes he has hit something, soon enough realizing he has swung his arms and had hit Minhyuk in the face.

Oh how great. The one time he mans up to ask for advice it gets ruined because he’s clumsy. “Look where your face is, I was about to say something important”

[nearbymi-blog]

"..sweet-" ( mix whoops and ouch. )

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5. My muse accidentally punches your muse. && 8. Catches your muse after they’ve stubbed their toe.

These Taekwondo lessons haven’t been going on for long, so whenever Minhyuk was too close for comfort he had to rely on what self-control he had not to strike him as he fixed his posture. This time, however, he was feeling more agitated about things than usual and raised a fist quicker than the serpents of Hydrus could attack. His fist landed square on the older man’s jaw that he wasn’t sure if the crack he heard was from his own fist or the other’s jaw. In any case, he sent a pained glare at him before shaking out his hand. It must have been from his hand as he could feel the pain radiating through his knuckles. When he turned his head to speak directly at him with some poor excuse, he realized the knock back was a little harder than anticipated because shortly after, he was able to watch the male stub his toe on a piece of equipment and with that he couldn’t help but holler out a laugh that would echo in the room. At this point, he wasn’t even angry anymore. “The world wants you dead, Minhyuk Hyung.”

// @luckxmi