#the urge to write it is even stronger orz

[merakiui]

THE SCARA SPY AU?? AMAZING CONCEPT OMG

i can see him making darling's job just . absolutely miserable on purpose, like doing things the most complicated way possible just to make her reports harder to write, or putting her in danger on purpose just to get her to back off [maybe she gets hurt and he realizes her temp replacement is significantly worse...?]

to make it yan,,, maybe over time he gets more used to her presence and realizes he'd miss it, in a way, when she's gone, and the only way to remedy that would just be to keep her!

but aaa this is such a neat au!!! hope you're doing well too!!

Yes!! He’s so unbearable! He’ll purposely toe the line of disobedience on his missions, he’ll act reckless and put your own life in danger in hopes that it’ll convince you to leave him alone for good, and he’s always in a foul, grumpy mood. It’s blindingly obvious that he’s against this partnership. Scaramouche doesn’t like the idea of being babysat by a rookie agent who’s only ever worked in front of a desktop and has survived off of coffee for the past few years. You’re nowhere near his level as an elite, international spy. To think he’d have to listen to you, someone who’ll never reach his level. This is as humiliating as it is annoying.

Scara tells you time and time again that you’d better keep up with him because he won’t come to your rescue if you get yourself into trouble. His missions are always dangerous; you’re practically brushing shoulders with death each time. He’s adamant about the fact that you’re simply extra baggage he’s forced to drag along for the sake of surveillance. At one point he said it would be much easier if you were killed on one of these missions because then he’d be free of you.

You know he hates you and can’t stand to be around you, but you’re just doing your job. You’ve told him this and yet he still treats you in such a nasty manner. One particular mission forces the two of you even closer. You and Scara are supposed to go undercover to extract certain information from the target. It was meant to be a simple task—something Scara’s done plenty of times when he went solo and he’s bragged about his success rate. But things go awry fast and you find yourself at the hands of the target, who isn’t as friendly as they originally seemed, and you think the worst is about to happen.

You squeeze your eyes shut just as a gunshot permeates the air, ringing like a death knell in your ears, and you feel flecks of warm, sticky blood dot your face. By some stroke of courage, you force your eyes open and the sight before you raises many questions. The target, who wasn’t supposed to be harmed in any way, is lying in a pool of their own blood, and Agent Scaramouche is standing a few meters away, his pistol raised and a haunted look on his face. His eyes tell you more than his face ever could. Raw vitriol festers in those indigo hues. You’re not sure why he looks the way he does, and neither of you comment on it when you’re chased out of the building, with you and Scaramouche just barely managing to flee and avoid arrest.

The speedy car ride is awkwardly tense. He’s broken the rules of the mission. He killed the target. He nearly got the both of you caught. But…he saved your life. Scaramouche, who told you he’d prefer it if you died, who said he’d never stoop low enough to save you if you were in mortal peril, saved you. You suppose you can leave this mission and its results out of your report to the Tsaritsa, if only as a means of thanking him for coming to your aid. Scaramouche just huffs and grumbles about how he already regrets it.

Still, you’ll never forget the look in those fascinating eyes. He was angry. Surely he wasn’t angry that the target had intended to hurt you. Surely he was just frustrated with the circumstances. You tell yourself these things in hopes that they’ll replace the sneaking suspicion that he was angry he’d lose you. They never do.

With a yandere!spymouche, I imagine he tries to convince you to abandon the agency and run away with him. You treat his suggestion like a joke, laughing in disbelief as the two of you indulge in dinner at your apartment. He frowns at you. If you won’t take him seriously and leave the agency to be with him, he’ll just have to take you away himself. Fear not. He has plenty of funds to afford a secret life with you. You’ll have no choice in this matter. Besides, you’re his first friend, his first love, his first everything. He can’t lose you.

[kirishwima]

can you write some headcannons for a mc that suffers from migraines and how the rfa would help her?

sure! i also get migraines and they’re so, so bothersome...honestly one of the worst kinds of pain, mainly bc of the photosensitivity orzsince you specified the pronouns i’ll be using she/her for this! ^^

YOOSUNG:

* MC never mentioned her migraines to him-it honestly just slipped her mind to do so

* So when Yoosung comes home to find MC laying on the couch, all the lights in the apartment turned off, a blanket over her head, he panicked

* He dashed to her, foregoing turning a light on and nearly tumbling over his dropped bag, as he kneeled beside MC’s face, pulling the blanket down despite her groans of complaint

* “MC? Hey, sweetie, no what’s wrong?!”

* When she explained that it’s something she gets frequently and how lights and noise make the pain even worse, he breathed a sigh of relief-seeing MC in pain was horirble, but he was glad at least it’s something she’s used to and not deathly serious

* He didn’t want to bother her too much with talking, but he did ask what he could do to help-anything MC wants, he’d do, just say the word!

* Like the good boyfriend he is, he gathered MC up in his arms and took her to the bedroom so she could rest better, making sure to shut all the blinds and lights in the room before doing so, setting her down gently on the bed as he tucked her in.

* He wanted to go back out to the living room and google on his phone tips to help ease migraines, but MC held his hand, mumbling a complaint as he made to leave. Yoosung turned, seeing MC mouth the words ‘stay’, and well, what sort of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t comply?

* He stayed beside MC, running a hand through her hair and gently massaging at her scalp until he felt her slowly fall asleep, continuing the ministration until he knew she wouldn’t rouse if he got up.

* He’s relieved to see her refreshed and better the next morning, albeit a bit drowsy-the pain did wake her multiple times, but he was there for her every time, and even got up at some point to make her some warm tea and bring some painkillers. She apologises for disturbing his sleep, and Yoosung rolls his eyes, flicking her nose teasingly.

* “You could never bother me MC-no matter what, being able to see you smile like this it’s always worth any effort!”

ZEN:

* MC had mentioned she frequently gets migraines, but so far into living with him, she hadn’t experienced any.

* That is until one night, Zen came home late from rehearsals, opening the door to their home and seeing all the lights in the place turned off.

* Figuring MC must already be in bed, he turned the lights to the living room on, only to stumble back in surprise as he heard MC’s groan from the couch, her complaint of “Turn it off please-ugh” making him instantly turn the lights back off.

* “Baby, what are you doing here? It’s late, you should be sleeping-and what’s up with the total darkness?”

* MC, unsurprisingly, wasn’t up for much talking. “Got a bad migraine. Everything hurts, lights hurt my eyes.”

* Zen nodded, his brow furrowed-he hated seeing his princess in pain. He remembered Jaehee, and how she oftentimes got migraines too, and how she said painkillers don’t really help, but compresses to the eyes and a good night’s rest do the trick most of the time.

* He rushed to the kitchen, closing the door behind him so the light wouldn’t bleed through to the living room, and started warming up water to make some lukewarm compresses with chamomile tea bags, making a cup of tea for MC to drink too if she’d be up for it.

* He walked back out to the living room and picked MC up in a princes-carry as the tea brewed, ignoring her complaints and taking her into the bedroom, placing her on the bed as he leaned over to give her a kiss on the forehead.

* For the remainder of the night, Zen held MC close to him, singing a quiet lullaby, urging her to focus on his voice instead of the pain. Despite most noises making the migraines worse, Zen’s voice was deep yet soft, a gentle lull that made MC’s mind drift off and shift its’ attention away from the pain.

* In the morning he brought her a cup of tea in bed, and when she thanked him for the help the night before, he merely shrugged.

* “I’d do anything for you darling. Although, if you really want to thank me...” he tapped a finger to his lips, his smile devious, “I do take payment in kind”.

JAEHEE:

* She also gets migraines! She knows exactly how much they suck, so MC is definitely not alone in this

* (Fun fact: Women statistically suffer from migraines more than men do!)

* When working at the coffee shop with MC, she notices her wincing everytime she turns towards the industrial lights hung at the ceelings, how as the day progresses she starts to become distant, pressing her hands over her ears when the music becomes too loud for her to handle.

* Jaehee is instantly there for her, taking her to the backroom and dimming the lights, leaving only some light bleeding through the shutters of the windows so they could see their own footing at least. 

* “I’ll take care of everything outside. Rest for a bit, take these, and when you’re feeling up for it, we can close up early and go home together so you can get some proper rest, okay?”

* Jaehee brought her a pack of medicine from her bag-usual over-the-counter medications don’t work on migraines, so she had a prescription for a specific type of painkillers, and always had them in her bag just in case. She gave them to MC, making sure she took them before going back out to manage the shop, closing the door gently behind her as she let MC take a nap on the couch.

* Once the medicines kicked in and MC was feeling well enough to take the trip back home, Jaehee quickly locked up and held MC’s hand all the way back, giving MC a kiss on the temple when she winced in pain.

* Baehee’s got her MC covered-from cold compresses to soothing white noise, anything she needs to get through a shitty hangover, Jaehee’s got it-and MC couldn’t be more grateful.

* Later in the night, when MC’s half asleep with Jaehee running a hand through MC’s hair, she could’ve sworn she heard Jaehee hum a song-it was quiet, but there, her soft voice trailing into MC’s mind, bringing sweet dreams through the night.

JUMIN:

* He came home one evening after work, asking the bodyguards how MC was, and the answer freightened him- “MC has come home earlier from work sir, she was feeling unwell and has been resting in her room ever since.”

* Jumin tried to calm his frantic mind, taking slow steps to the bedroom as he gingerly opened the door. “My love-are you there?”

* MC’s groan in response made him frown. Was she that unwell? What happened? What could he do to help?

* He knew MC had frequent migraines-it’d happened before, and as panicked as he was that first time, he made sure to read up on everything he could about the issue, to know fully well how to handle it the next time it came around.

* When MC confirmed that it was yet another migraine, Jumin nodded, giving her a quick kiss on the temple before leaving the bedroom to let her rest.

* He’d only come back a few hours later to make sure she’d take her painkillers, and with a cup of black tea for her to drink even a little-he’d read that small doses of caffeine could actually help, and wanted to make sure she’d get some in her system.

* Overall he’s very calm and quiet-he dims the penthouse lights throughout so they won’t bother her, and whilst he’d usually put a vinyl on the pick-up for them to enjoy, he skipped it that night, settling instead to sit on the couch reading with Elizabeth the 3d besides him.

* At night he held MC close, letting her rest her head on his chest as he trailed his fingers across her back. She already seemed better, and he was thankful for it.

* Of course he’s the type of dude who’d go to a million different doctors asking if they can cure migraines, but the answer was always the same-you can’t cure migraines, there’s a hereditary predisposition towards them, you can only try to minimise the pain and avoid flare-ups, blah blah blah. He’d definitely fund a unit to research a cure to migraines regardless. Anything for his beloved.

SEVEN:

* He doesn’t get migraines, but staring at computer screens for hours on end everyday of the week does cause him to get very frequent headaches in general, so oftentimes both he and MC will be nursing a nasty pain, trying to help one another feel better in any way they can.

* They have a cabinet for painkillers in their kitchen, and have marked the stronger medications from the lighter ones with a red X, so they’ll know what to take when the pain becomes unbearable.

* When MC gets a migraine, he’ll turn all the lights off and dim his computer screen as much as possible-he doesn’t want to leave her alone during those times, but he also can’t completely abandon his work, so they both make do. She’ll usually lay on the couch and he’ll take frequent breaks to check up on her, or sometimes to just squeeze in beside her, holding MC close to him as he pretends to cast spells to take the pain away.

* MC loves when he runs his hands over her forehead and eyes-his hands are always freezing cold, and it’s a welcome soothing distraction from the pain to feel the coldness on her eyelids.

* He wishes he could do more, and does dive into the depths of the internet for advice-but he knows that what MC needs the most is just some comfort and quiet, so his usual cheery meme-ness is gone whilst MC is in pain. Instead he’ll whisper soothing encourangements, promising her dates and kisses as soon as she feels better.

* He’s just such a supportive boyfriend my dudes, give him a pat on the bad for his hard work pls

-send me a mystic messenger headcanon/prompt for characters reactions!-