he might be italian

My instructor told me a really cool thing the other day and I think I’m gonna remember it for a long time. I’ve been riding this bratty little horse, Maracaibo, and he’s like 14.3hh, so like a little dude. My instructor said “Emmy, once you can learn to ride a small horse, all the big horses will be easy. With a small horse you need to control their balance. A small horse always feels faster. So once you get on a big horse, no matter what they do, they will feel easy.”

  • Italy: I think he'll be fine. You know, it's, it's Germany. He's of the level head.
  • Romano: Well, those are the ones you have to watch out for the most. Responsible types.
  • Italy: Right, he might go crazy and start alphabetizing everything.
May I Kiss You?

Summary:  After finishing university Phil Lester goes on holiday to Greece to celebrate with some friends. There they meet a group of Italian tourists, one of whom catches Phil’s eye. Phil has ten days to win Daniel Howell’s attention.

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[A/N] Loosely based on how my parents met. Sometimes so many coincidences lead to certain people meeting, that I feel like the stars alligned in a specific manner just to make their meeting possible.


Phil was walking along the beach in his bare feet. Chris and Louise were close behind him, Louise holding her slippers in one hand and trying to take the perfect selfie with the other. It was their second day in Greece. Their first full one, technically. The previous day they had arrived early in the evening and after dinner at the first restaurant they laid their eyes on, they went to the beach and found the perfect spot to set up camp. They were now on their way back to that spot, with the sun high in the sky and sunblock at the ready so they could spend the whole afternoon there.

As they got closer they realised that the spot they’d spent an hour scouting last night was taken. Phil started walking faster, as if he’d confront the people sitting there about the fact that that was their spot. “We should have plastered our names on there or something.” Chris said when he caught up with Phil.

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“I have been in the Hetalia fandom for years and I still cannot understand how people ship Germany and Italy. Their personalities don’t work well together. Don’t get me wrong, I like them as friends but just not romantically together.

I feel like Germany needs someone who is easy-going, gets straight to the point, and when he is overworking himself, help him relax. He needs someone who can fend for themselves but can also rely on him at times, and someone who can pitch ideas to him. Someone like Italy, in my opinion, wouldn’t help him and just stress him out further. It would also be a bonus if they can keep up with his workouts.

Italy needs someone who is just as adventurous as him but can bring him back to reality when he spaces out. With Germany, he has a set routine and likes to follow it but Italy just goes along with whatever is thrown at him. He needs someone who also shares a passion for art and can sit through his ramblings. Italy’s s/o also needs to be okay with him talking to others and wouldn’t get jealous easily as he sometimes might accidentally flirt with people (as someone who is half Italian, I can confirm that even if you are in a relationship, flirting with others is most of the time harmless and more teasing than anything).

I honestly think that Germany x Italy  wouldn’t work as a romantic relationship and I can’t see them getting together.“

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tired science boys…. shouchi about to get an ulcer there from working too hard

iib, the au where i modify everyone’s color schemes at will

Jonerys AUs (4/100): Backpacking Across Europe

Jon is all set to spend the summer after his senior year backpacking across Europe with his brother Robb-but Robb cancels at the last minute and sends along one of his friends, a girl named Daenerys Targaryen that Jon’s never met before, to go with him instead. At first Jon can’t stand her-she hates staying in hostels and wants to spend some of their precious money on hotel rooms and she has to stop in every. Single. Jewelry. Store. Along. The. Riviera. 

 Dany isn’t too happy to be with Jon either. He’s determined to rough it and he always looks like he’s permanently unhappy. But she owed Robb a favor and she couldn’t exactly refuse-besides, her family used to be one of the most powerful in Europe and she can still get things for free if she throws her name around the right way. 

 But as they spend their days touring ancient ruins and examining amazing works of art, they find that some of the most enjoyable memories are ones they never planned to make.

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Jon was on his sixth round of Candy Crush when the door to the jewelry store finally opened and Dany stepped back into the plaza, carrying a small blue bag overflowing with tissue paper. “Ready?” He tried to sound cheerful, even though he’d been spending so much time in the hot sun he thought he might get a stroke. But that was better than waiting inside an Italian gift boutique in his jeans and shirt with the hole in the sleeve with all of the employees eyeing him like he might decide to break something just for the hell of it. 

She nodded, pulling her sunglasses up against the sudden glare. “I got you something.”

That made him stop short, almost tripping over a flock of pigeons that had gathered in front of the fountain in the center of the cobblestoned square. It was idyllic, the perfect place to stop and take a picture-but even at this early hour it was flocked by tourists and he felt it wasn’t worth it. That was one nice thing about Dany; she wasn’t obsessed with selfies the way Robb was. Like him, she didn’t see the point in letting everyone in the world know where he was every moment of every day. “Really?”

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, really. I’m not cruel.” She reached into the bag, digging down into the layers of tissue paper and coming up with a small box. He opened it carefully, revealing a pin of a sparkling glass of Italian soda. “It’s supposed to look like the one you spilled all over me at that one restaurant the night you got sloppy drunk.” 

Yes, yes, and then you practically had to carry me back to the hotel and sit up with me all night while I puked out my guts. He’d heard the story before; she liked to bring it up every time he annoyed her. 

He could have brought up the time she left her bag at the Louvre and they’d had to spend half an hour in security getting it back, or when she fell out of the town car and directly into a puddle and she’d had to wear his suit jacket for the rest of the night. But he didn’t. Because while they had been annoyances at the time, he was surprised to find that he remembered them just as vividly as he did Buckingham Palace or Neuschwanstein castle. 

Not to mention the one time she’d actually let them go camping and she’d spent the night in his tent because she was convinced she’d heard a bear outside hers. 

“Well, thank you,” he replied, after realizing the pause between them was beginning to turn awkward. “It’s beautiful.”

“Of course.” They started walking again, past an old building painted a sky blue. “You know Jon, I’m beginning to think that I’ll miss you when all this is over.” 

“Yeah. I’m beginning to think that too.”

Two and a half weeks ago, when they met at Heathrow airport both jet lagged and irritable, he could never have imagined missing her. But things were different now and times had changed. Maybe they’d changed for the better. 

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Next will be a Comic Con AU since SDCC is this weekend! 

Namjoon Scenario: Shine For Me.

Request: Could you do a scenario with namjoon where the reader is into astronomy and they look at the stars together? + Hi! I requested this awhile ago but requests were closed. Could you do a namjoon x reader(female) fluff were they are dating and the reader hasn’t kissed anyone yet so namjoon teaches her? Thank you! 

Genre: Fluff.


You were nervous, it didn’t matter how many times you tried to tell yourself otherwise, thinking that this was just another date, that this was just a boy and that your heart didn’t race to the maximum every time you thought about him. You had admitted to yourself that you were nervous and now you had to suck it up and work with that. Try to appear cool, flirty and pretty while trembling like a leaf. Piece of cake.

It wasn’t the first time you were going on a date with Namjoon, but somehow this one felt different than the others. It was the way he had spoken to you over the phone, his voice sounding deeper, smoother, with a tinge or nervousness perhaps; it was the way you had answered him, your voice breathy, expectant.  

Namjoon and you had been dating for a few months and during that time you took your relationship slow, getting pleasure in learning bit by bit about the other. You liked the pace you were having, others might deem it too passive, but both of you felt good about it, every moment with Namjoon was exciting no matter what you did, the fact that you were doing things together moderately didn’t erase the thrilling sentiment of having a special someone new in your life. It was so hard for you to choose someone you truly liked and until now you could easily say you hadn’t met a boy who you liked more than Namjoon. He treated you right, and you had proved to each other constantly the respect you felt, in the way you respected his point of views and how he understood that you sometimes thought differently.
It seemed like a simple thing, but find a person like that was a true challenge.

You didn’t know exactly where you were going, Namjoon had kept it a secret no matter how many times you told him to just say what he was planning, instead, he just chuckled and told you to trust him.

“If I know you like I think I do you are going to love it”

He had said that so mysteriously, refusing to tell you anything else aside from the day an hour of your date. Which lead you to the present moment, it was near dusk and you still were doubting if throwing a jacket on or not.

Namjoon called fifteen minutes after 7, the hour you had set up for him to pick you up, he was outside and you couldn’t guess where was it that you were going. You forgot about the jacket, too focused on calming down the fluttering feeling of your stomach, seeing Namjoon always made you feel some sort of hype.
He showed you his full smile as soon as you were inside the car, he was wearing a cute navy beanie that left his forehead exposed, a grey plaid shirt and jeans. 

-Pretty casual, I didn’t miss- you said looking down at your own outfit, tight jeans, a white tank top and a bluish toned plaid shirt over it, you looked casual but still pretty cute combined with your hair and makeup.

-We are connected, I’ve been telling you for a while- he reasoned, the smile still on his face.

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anonymous asked:

Dejected Giraffe Ass. I'm still thinking about Ben showing up to a meet and the guy blows him off for being too tall. Ben just starts to walk back out but Antoine,who saw him walk in and was like damn, decides to follow him.

OR 

the guy is late to the restaurant, not at all sorry about it, and when Ben stands up from his seat to say hi, smiling hopefully because maybe there was traffic or an accident or something happened with the guy’s dog (look, he’s just desperate for a good date at this point) and instead the guy blinks dumbly at the way Ben towers over him and just says-

“Yeah, this isn’t gonna work.” 

and leaves.

And Ben, smile falling slow and heart breaking, watches him leave and honestly thinks he might cry in the middle of the uber-trendy downtown Italian joint they’d chosen. He can see the staff watching him from the corner of his eye- whispering to each other, probably about Ben being such a failure that he was rejected in less than thirty seconds, and if he’ll even need the table). He sinks back into his chair, and buries his face in his hands, pressing hard against his eyes to hold back the tears of frustration.

he’d promised his mom he’d give online dating a real chance when she’d confronted him about his (lack) of a dating life over Christmas, but this is the sixth date he’s gone on in a month, and absolutely all of them have turned out more awful than he could have imagined. Tonight’s mess was just the fucking icing on the cake. Apparently no guy in Dallas wanted to date what one of his dates had called ‘a twink in the body of a giraffe’. 

and he kinda got it- he almost towered over all the guys he’d met with by at least half a foot, and they were looking for tiny twinky bottoms to fulfil their porn fantasies. Ben was just- unique. and unfortunately the type of guy he found attractive wanted nothing to do with him.

He’s just trying to work up the effort to go and apologise to the staff for wasting a table, pay for the beer he’d had while he’d been waiting, and tip them for their trouble, when the seat across the table from his knocks against his legs as it’s pulled out and someone levers themselves in.

Ben looks up slowly, wondering if his date had decided to come back and give him a chance, but instead finds himself face to face with probably the most gorgeous guy he’s ever seen giving him a concerned look.

“Are you okay?” and fuck that is just fucking unfair. He just had to have a sexy as fuck accent didn’t he- something european and all rounded vowels and rolling syllables. fuck.

“What?” and of course he sounds like a fucking idiot to the beautiful man with the strong jaw and perfectly tousled hair.

“I saw what happened,” Ben wants to die now. of course he witnessed Ben’s utter humiliation. “That guy was an asshole. are you okay?” and- he’s asking Ben like he actually gives a shit and Ben doesn’t know how it happens, but he finds himself just blurting out his dating troubles to this handsome stranger.

“-and I just don’t know what to do. Is there something wrong with me that just drives away decent guys?” 

The guy- Antoine, he’d told Ben with a devastating smile- hmms to himself and takes a sip of the drink he’d brought across with him from the bar.

“Maybe you’re looking in the wrong places, yes?” Ben snorts and throws back the last of his beer.

“Really? Where should I be looking? Everywhere I’ve tried’s been a failure so far, so where do you think I should try that would be any different?” Antoine grins at him, reaching across the table to catch Ben’s hand in his own.

“Well, There is a little place a couple of blocks away that makes a mean burger, if you’d feel like joining me?” And Antoine is looking at him so hopefully that Ben isn’t completely convinced that this isn’t an alcohol fuelled fever dream and that the real him is at home in his underwear drinking box wine and crying about being essentially blown off again.

“You mean… like a date?” Ben bites his lip and tightens his fingers around Antoine’s as if he might try and take it back.

“Yes,” Antoine smiles widely at him, and Ben swoons internally at the way it makes his eyes crinkle and his cheeks dimple “Exactly like a date.”

anonymous asked:

12 *o*

#12- “You like me?”


Nico blinked a couple of times, trying to see if the scene in front of him was nothing more than the residual effects of the fever dreams he had had a couple of days ago while dying in somewhat agony on his bed or if it wasn’t a trick of his imagination at all. It had to be that and nothing else, right? His mind clouded with questions he couldn’t give an answer to, a deep fog not allowing him to come up with any sort of reasonable explanation that could justify what his irises were seeing at the moment.

He quickly rubbed his eyes somewhat aggressively, with more force than the necessary, Nico realized the more he thought about his actions later on, trying to keep the rather vivid hallucinations from messing with his mind even more…but the figure of blond locks didn’t go away, not having moved at all, still staring at his dark chocolate eyes expectantly. In fact, what only had changed was that his original expression had gone from shock and desperation to regret, his glance appearing to have gotten through all of the five stages of grief all at once.

That’s not how the Italian had initially thought his day would go, not at all. In all honesty, he really hadn’t had considerably high expectations to begin with: he simply wished to have just a normal day with no brutal interruptions when he could just stay home and breathe the environment surrounding him while probably eating a snack or two as he tried to ignore all the things he had to do until what would possibly be the last minute. In other words, he had just been looking to go through his normal weekend routine, one he had really missed following since that annoyingly idiotic sickness had decided to hit him with a hammer. But apparently fate had to have others plans seeing how Nico was just another puppet for them to play when they felt like entertaining themselves.

“N-Nico? Please say something…” He heard Will’s voice reaching out for him, trying to pull him out from his thoughtful state, practically begging the other for a reaction, not being able to bear with another second of numbing silence and stressful stillness.

His glance found itself focusing on the blue eyed again, this time not seeing through but directly in concentration. He wondered for how long he had kept the other in unnecessary suspense. Nico really didn’t have an excuse for that… Or did he? He wasn’t certain, his train of thoughts couldn’t stop for just a couple of seconds, not giving his brain enough time to process everything that had happened.

At the very beginning, the day had played normally: he had gotten out of bed, that horrible feeling that came along with being extremely sick finally having left him alone for good, allowing him to change into a more fitting outfit that wasn’t sweaty, product of not having really left the bed in some considerable amount of time. Everything according to plan until Will came along.

It wasn’t as if the other’s visit was considered to be a bad thing, quite the contrary. The blue eyed medical student tended to appear on his apartment so often that it would actually be more worrying if he didn’t come at all, especially after having unofficially moved with him while Nico was practically incapacitated in bed. The dark haired boy would be lying if he were to say he knew how the other had managed to stick along with him during those days, question that only grew to be more of an enigma whenever Nico thought about certain specific situations that would make anyone run away, at least anyone other than Hazel.

However, it all took an unexpected turn shortly after, one that even appeared to surprise the one responsible for it to some extend that Nico briefly thought he would end up going through a heart: the blond had implied, almost explicitly said for what is worth, he might have held some feelings towards the Italian boy, feelings that he apparently didn’t have the intention to admit out loud at the moment judged by the bright shade of red that soon started to spread along the other’s freckled cheeks.

His eyes widened slightly as he recalled Will was still expecting words to come out from his parted lips, sentences that his mind had yet to construct coherently although he really doubted the time needed for that was currently available for him. Quickly mumbling mentally a prayer to whatever deity that might exist and take mercy of his panicking soul, he took a deep breath, trying to calm down the sense of urgency within himself. Nico briefly glanced at the floor underneath before saying the only thing that his brain could come up with.

“You like me?” He somehow managed to shoot the question without choking on the same air his lungs were breathing, his body having apparently forgotten how to properly function due to the stress of the situation. It wasn’t as if it was a bad series of events, it was just… The dark haired wasn’t even sure what it was, his thoughts didn’t seem able to focus on one idea at the time, concentrating on every single silent question that rushed through the corridors of his mind, on trying to make sense of the scrabbled puzzle surrounded by mystery that laid before him, it all make so little sense to him in the same way that chemical equations would probably do to a small child.

Will opened his mouth, inhaling quite a considerable amount of fresh but rather tense air, preparing himself for all the wording he would soon find himself doing. “Sorry for just saying it out of nowhere like that, I mean, not that I don’t feel that way but I highly doubt this is what one wants to hear after finally starting to get better for a very high fever that guaranties making anyone feel like utter rubbish and-” He abruptly interrupted his rumble, an embarrassed expression on his face as he absently play with his fingertips, trying his best to avoid looking at the expression on Nico’s face, not wanting to face reality or, what would actually be more accurate, not wanting to have to face one of the million bad outcomes he had managed to come up with while on his small pause. “I think I’ll shup up now.”

A veil of silence fell once again upon them both, the sound waves coming from their beating hearts bumping against every single one of the walls of the room, making the anxious feeling settled on their stomachs grow bigger and bigger, stronger with every second that passed by them. The tension of the area was making it really hard to properly breathe, although Nico wasn’t certain if he was scared for himself or of what his blond companion would say because that couldn’t be the end, right? His statement wouldn’t just laid there cut in the nothingness forever, it just could not.

“Can we just…forget this ever happened?” Will mumbled under his breath, resuming their interaction once again, looking up from his hands, nervously, his glance hesitantly meeting the other’s somewhat expectantly stare.

“You didn’t answer my question.” Nico said, his tone making his sentence sound like a solid demand although the hint doubt on his brown eyed diminished the empowering aura that would have been linked to him in another situation, perhaps in another universe.

The other bitted his bottom lip lightly, anxiously passing a hand through his tangled blond locks. “I do, I have for a while…perhaps more than someone who’s just a friend should but I-” His sentence was cut short by an unexpected pressure he could feel being applied against his lips, a very familiar scent invading his nostrils at a distance he wasn’t accustomed to but one that he would like to grow used to without a shadow of a doubt.

Nico wasn’t exactly certain what had impulse him to know what he did, at least not totally, but part of him was proud of what he did, he had always been better with actions than words…and he was certain there was no way said particular gesture could be interpreted in this case in any other way.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” The brown eyed proceeded to pronounce as soon as he separated himself from the other, whose cheeks colored with a deep shade of red were most likely matching his own.

“Do you regret it?” The blond asked in a whisper, his voice wavering a little at the possible implications that the Italian’s words could bring to their previous shared moment.

He shook his head slowly, not wanting his gestures to say something different from what he was trying to communicate the other. “You are possibly going to get sick…and I’m not going to be your nurse.”

“I have an almost perfect immune system, I don’t get sick.” Will said, the corners of his lips tugging up considerably, his mouth soon morphed into a bright grin that glimmered the same way his clear blue eyes did: with happiness and hope.

Nico made sure of reminding the other of his own words no less than two days later when the Italian found himself standing beside Will’s bed, where a pair of narrowed blue eyes were simply staring at him while the blond was laid down, wrapped by a bunch of blankets.

Writing Zen’s was really hard because he’s so damn perfect. I-it’s not like I like him or anything! B-baka! My tsundere self says as I imaging what it would be like to lick his abs.

Anyway, this is the RFA+V+Unknown react to a long distance relationship with MC Bad End! Here’s a link to the Good End. Again, if there’s any way for me to improve it, message me, please! BTW, the indented part is means you’ve probably read that part in the other version already.


Yoosung:

“You’re leaving?” Yoosung practically screamed.

MC was having dinner with Yoosung at home, one night, and MC finally told him that they got a scholarship at a prestigious university in Italy. Yoosung was on the verge of tears when they told him where it was.

“How long will you be gone?”

“Two years,” MC stood up and gave him a hug. “But I’ll call you every day, and we can video chat! It’ll be just like I’m still here.” No it wouldn’t.

Yoosung was freaking out. He didn’t want them to go. They were finally together, and they were leaving again? And two years without MC would be unbearable!

Yoosung tried to breath normally again. He knew how important this was to them, they worked so hard. This was a huge opportunity and he didn’t want to be the reason they didn’t take it.

Yoosung finally forced a smile, “Wow MC, you’re so smart! I’m so proud of you! I’m so lucky to be dating such a genius!”

 

For the next few weeks, Yoosung has been trying to be the best boyfriend he could be. He did his best to make sure they were as happy as possible. He was doing better in school, he didn’t play lolol when they were around unless they played with him, he was cooking for them more and calling them more often, and he was a lot more affectionate and clingy. He even threw them a going away party with the other RFA members, the day before they left. He didn’t want them leaving on a bad note, and he wanted to spend as much time with them as he could before they left.

The night, however, Yoosung was being quieter than usual. MC hugged him from behind and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’m going to miss you too,” they whispered.

Yoosung stayed quiet.

“What’s wrong, Yoosung?”

“You won’t fall in love with anyone else while you’re there, right?” Yoosung mumbled.

MC couldn’t help but laugh, he was being so cute.

“I-it’s not funny, MC!” Yoosung blushed, “You’re so amazing, and you’re going to be there without me, surrounded by all those Italian guys.” he looked away, “You might end up forgetting all about me.”

MC moved around the couch so they were in front of him. “Yoosung, I love you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” They said, “This is just something that I have to do, but being away from you is going to be pure torture.”

Yoosung smiled at that.

“In fact,” MC grinned, “Let me show you just how much I’m going to miss you”

 

Yoosung was trying his best not to cry. They were going to be away for at least a few months, and the thought of not being able to see them every morning was breaking his heart. It was like the first eleven days all over again, only this time, he knew what he was missing.

MC gave him a sweet kiss on the lips and smiled. “Don’t look so sad, okay? I’ll be back before you know it.”

That did it. Yoosung gave them a big hug and started bawling. ‘I-I’m sorry, MC! I’m just going to miss you so much.”

MC rubbed his back, trying and failing not to cry as well. “I-it’ll be okay, Yoosung.” They sniffed. “Once I’m through with this, I’m never leaving you again.” They pulled away and whipped their tears. “Come on, do you really want this to be how we say goodbye?” They choked at the ‘goodbye’.

Yoosung tried to relax. “You’re right, I’m sorry.” He said, once he composed himself. He took them in his harms again. “I’m going to miss you so much. Stay safe, okay? I’ll be right here when you get back.”

MC nodded and smiled. Finally it was time for MC to board the plane. Yoosung gave them a long kiss. “Call me when you land, okay? I love you so so much, so don’t forget me.” He kissed them again.

MC was almost through the door when Yoosung called out to them again, “Have fun out there, okay, darling? I love you!”

MC smiled and called back. “I love you too!”

During the first few weeks, MC and Yoosung tried their best to keep in touch. At first, they spoke every day, then, every other day, Yoosung kept trying to talk to them as much as he could, but MC was always so busy, and it was that way the other way around as well. After a while, it seemed as though MC started putting in less and less effort.

“I miss you, MC.” He’d say when they did talk, “I wish we could talk more.”

“Yeah, I miss you too Yoosung.” They’d say back. “But I really need to finish this paper. Maybe we can talk tomorrow.”

“O-oh, okay. I love you!”

“Love you too.”

Yoosung would also worry that there were guys trying to take MC away from him. Why wouldn’t there be? “There’s no one flirting with you there, right?” He would ask, “I may be far away, but I’m still your boyfriend.” MC wouldn’t respond to that.

After a few months, MC finally came out with it. They were video chatting when MC was acting even more distant than usual.

“Is something wrong, MC?” Yoosung asked, “You’ve been quiet all night.”

“Yoosung, I don’t think we should drag this on any longer.” They said.

“W-what?”

“I think we should break up.”

Yoosung felt his heart shatter. Break up. They were breaking up with him. Yoosung started crying. “Why, MC? Did I do something wrong?”

“N-no, Yoosung, it’s just, you have to admit, thing’s aren’t how they used to be-“

“No, MC! It’s just because you’re so far away! Everything will be back to normal once you come back, please!”

MC barely understood the last thing he said, he was crying too hard. “I-I’m sorry, Yoosung.”

“MC, I love you.”

[Bonus]

Yoosung was a wreck. He spent most of his days crying, and the RFA members didn’t know how to cheer him up. He barely ate anything, and checked his phone everyday to see if they changed their mind. Once it became clear that they weren’t going to, he got worse. He neglected his studies again, and went back to spending most of his time gaming. He barely talked to the other RFA members anymore, and only logged into the messenger when someone told him that there was something important. Still, he would often secretly check in to see if they were doing okay without him.

“Why’d you forget me, MC?”

Jaehee:

Jaehee was closing up shop one day, when MC suddenly ran towards her. “Jaehee! Jaehee, Jaehee, Jaehee!” They yelled and took her into their arms.

“What? What, what, what?” She laughed as she got several kisses all over her face.

“I got accepted! I got a scholarship and everything!” MC was waving their acceptance letter around.

Jaehee gave them a hug again. “Congratulations, MC! I’m so proud of you!”

MC couldn’t stand still. They were so excited.

“How long will you be gone?” Jaehee suddenly asked.

MC read the letter they were holding. “Two years.” They said, sadly.

“Oh.” Jaehee said, “Well we better prepare for your trip then.”

“You’re not mad?” Of course she wasn’t mad. She was sad. The thought of not seeing them for two years broke their heart, but this was MC’s dream school, and a once in a lifetime opportunity, and Jaehee wouldn’t stand in the way of that.

Jaehee smiled at them. “I’m sad that I won’t be able to see you every day, but if it’s something you have to do, then I support you.”

 

Jaehee made all the preparations for MC’s trip. She hired someone to work at the café while they were gone, she researched the area they would be staying at so that they wouldn’t have a hard time getting around, and so they would know the best places to buy food, she basically did everything for MC so that wouldn’t be stressed before they left. Jaehee even threw a susprise going-away party for them at the café. MC couldn’t be happier.

 

The night before MC was supposed to leave, MC found Jaehee crying in the guestroom.

“Jaehee?” They asked.

Jaehee stood up immediately and wiped her face. She’s been trying so hard not to let MC see her cry over this. “M-MC! What are you doing here?”

“I heard a sound coming from in here and came to check it out. Why are you crying?”

“O-oh I just decided to clean up in here and found some of Elizabeth 3rd’s cat hair.”

“Jaehee,”

Jaehee sighed and sat down again, MC sitting next to her and holding her hand. “I’m just going to miss you so much.” She finally said. “I just can’t bear the thought of not seeing you every day.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you felt this way?”

“I just didn’t want you to be upset because I was being selfish. I want you to be happy.”

MC gave her a hug. “You’re not being selfish, Jaehee. I’m going to miss you too. This is just something that I have to do.”

“I know, I understand.”

MC had a thought. “Jaehee,” They said, “How about we do something that’ll make my last night here more memorable?”

 

“Did you forget anything?” Jaehee asked as they were loading the car.

“No, Jaehee. Everything I need is in my suitcase.” MC smiled. They loved it when she was on mom mode.

“What about money? Do you have enough with you? Where’s your credit card? Passport?

MC took her by the waste and gave her a long kiss. “Don’t worry Jaehee, I have everything I need.”

 

Jaehee tried to keep herself composed. She didn’t want to be crying the last time MC saw her. MC gave her a kiss. “I’m going to miss you.”

“I’m going to miss you too.” Keep it together, Jaehee. She told herself. She pulled a small box out of her purse and gave it to them.

“What’s this?”

“It’s just something I made so you wouldn’t forget me.”

MC gave them a long kiss. “I could never forget you.” They opened the box. “I love it, Jaehee. Thank you!” They kissed her again.

Finally, it was time for MC to board. They kissed her one last time. “I love you so so much.”

“I love you too. Call me when you land, okay?”

MC smiled. “Okay.”

Jaehee was so lonely without MC around. They tried their best to keep in touch, but it wasn’t the same. Jaehee decided to throw herself into work so she wouldn’t think about it, which made their contact even less frequent.

“Did I do something wrong, Jaehee?” They asked one day. “You just haven’t been talking to me much, recently.”

“I’ve just been very busy, MC. Don’t worry about it.”

“Oh. Well, at least we can talk right now.”

Jaehee’s phone suddenly rang. “I’m sorry MC, I have to take this. It’s about the new cups I ordered.”

“Oh, okay. I love you, Jaehee.”

“I love you too, MC.”

Finally, MC had enough. They decided to confront Jaehee immediately, and called her on the phone.

“This is Jaehee Kang.”

“Jaehee?”

“MC, I told you I would be very busy today. Why are you calling?”

“Jaehee, do you still love me?”

“What? MC, of course I do.”

“Well I haven’t felt like it in a while.” MC was crying now.

“MC, what’s wrong?”

“You never have time to talk to me anymore.”

“MC, I-“

“Jaehee just listen,” MC cut her off. “I don’t think I can do this anymore. This obviously isn’t going to work out the way we want it to.”

“MC-“

“I’m sorry, Jaehee. I just can’t.”

[Bonus]

Jaehee sat at home alone, feeling empty. MC would have probably been back by this time, but they never went back to their house. Jaehee heard a knock on the door. It was the delivery man. He was there to give her a thick envelope and a small box. She thanked him and went back inside to open the packaged. Inside the envelope was a letter from MC, along with some legal forms, stating that they relinquish their rights to their café and that are asking Jaehee to just mail their belongings to their new address. Jaehee’s chest hurt but she turned her attention to the small box MC sent her. Inside was the gift she made them two years ago. Jaehee put it down and began to cry.

Saeran:

Saeran was furious. No matter how many times MC would explain, he couldn’t understand why they had to leave. “It’s a great opportunity, Saeran!” They’d say, “It’ll just be for a little while.”

“Two years!” Saeran would exclaim, “That’s not a little while.”

“We’d talk everyday! And I’d come visit, and you could visit me!”

“It’s not the same, MC!”

 

Saeran spent the weeks before they left, sulking. Whenever he would speak to them, he’d try to convince him to stay, and when he failed, he went back to ignoring them. He didn’t even go to the going away party the other RFA members threw them. Finally, the day MC was to leave arrived and Saeyoung was going to drive them to the airport.

Saeran was just sitting on the couch.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna come with us, bro?” Saeyoung asked. “You won’t be seeing them for a while.”

Saeran ignored him.

Saeyoung sighed and turned to MC. “I’ll wait in the car.”

MC stopped at the door. “So is this it?” They asked Saeran, “You’re not even gonna say goodbye?”

Saeran said nothing.

MC sighed. “I love you, Saeran. I’ll call you when I land.”

 

Saeran secretly followed them to the airport. He watched as the other RFA members surprised MC and had a huge card of some sort to give them. They asked him to sign it as well, but he wouldn’t hear of it. They all exchanged hugs, Yoosung cried again, and MC comforted him, you can imagine, but MC kept glancing at the entrance as if they were looking for something.

Finally, MC’s flight was boarding and they said goodbye once more, and left.

That was the last time Saeran saw MC for a while. He continued to ignore them even after they left. They tried to call him or talk to him on the messenger, but he wouldn’t respond to them unless they were talking about something RFA related. Finally, MC accepted that it was over as well.

[Bonus]

He still loved them, but he threw it all away two years ago. He realized now, that he was being stupid, that he should’ve treasured the time they had, and talked to them when he could. He couldn’t really do that now. He heard a knock on the door and he answered it. His heart skipped a beat when he saw it was MC.

“Hey Sae, it’s been a while.” They smiled.

Saeran scowled when he saw the person next to them. It was MC’s new boyfriend.

MC was there to get the last of their things, so that they could move in with them. They decided to as soon as MC got back, and it still killed him to think about it.

Without saying anything, Saeran picked up the boxes of MC’s things and gave them to them.

“Thanks Sae.” MC said, feeling awkward. “I guess I’ll just talk to you later.”

Saeran looked at MC sadly as they were leaving, “Bye MC.”

Zen:

“A scholarship?” Zen asked, “That’s wonderful, babe!” Zen picked them up, and spun them around. “You worked so hard for this, I am so proud of you!”

MC laughed, happy at how he was taking it, but MC hadn’t told him the bad part yet. “I’m going to be gone a while, though.” MC said.

“W-well,” Zen faltered, but kept smiling, “it is a scholarship at your dream school. Hhow long will you be gone? A term?”

“Two years.”

Zen’s face fell. Two years? Two years without his prince/ss? He couldn’t even imagine it. But then he saw the face they were making, he knew how hard they worked for this, how much this meant to them, and he didn’t want them to feel guilty about it. Zen sighed, “Well, I suppose we better spend as much time together as we can, then.”

 

For the next few weeks, Zen and MC were inseparable. He took time off work so he could be with them, and just took them on random dates whenever. He treated them like royalty and made sure to satisfy them in every way. He even threw them a surprise going away party the day before, and made all the RFA members sign a giant card for them, on top of all the gifts he already gave them. MC almost cried.

That night, Zen found MC sitting on the couch in the living room crying. Zen went up to them and hugged them from behind.

“What’s wrong, my love?” Zen asked.

“I’m just thinking about what I’m leaving behind.” They whispered.

He sat next to them so they could face him. “You’re not leaving anything behind, darling. Everything will be waiting for you when you get back.” Zen kissed them on the cheek.

MC smiled and kissed him on the lips. “How ‘bout you remind me what I’m coming back to?”

 

Zen was barely keeping it together. He tried to distract himself from MC leaving by spending all his time with them, but now, standing there at the airport, the fact that they were leaving was all too real. MC tightened their grip on his hand and Zen smiled.

“It won’t be long.” They said.

Zen took them in his arms and kissed them. He didn’t want to let them go. “Do you really have to go?” Zen said.

MC laughed and kissed him again. “Yes I do. Don’t worry, love. I’ll be back before you know it.”

As MC was leaving, Zen called out to them again, “MC!” He said and ran up to them, taking them into his arms and kissing them passionately. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” They laughed.

 

Zen and MC talked as often as they could, but given that he was getting more popular, he didn’t have as much time for them as he wished he did. He’d try to make up for it with selfies and videos though, and insisted that they send him a lot as well.

MC’s schoolmates were also giving them a hard time, saying that their relationship probably wouldn’t last, or that he was probably with someone else already that’s why he was so busy. MC tried their best to ignore them.

One day, however, while MC was scrolling through their newsfeed, they saw an article that had a picture of Zen, so they clicked on it. The article talked about how Zen was caught one a date with someone else and how Zen and MC were probably broken up by now. MC was heartbroken. They didn’t know what to do. Were their friends right? They knew that long distance relationships were difficult, especially for people as busy as Zen, and why should he wait for them? He was perfect, he could get anyone he wanted, and MC was just, well, MC. They decided that they wouldn’t make things difficult for him anymore.

[Bonus]

Zen didn’t know where it went wrong. One day, MC just stopped responding to him. They only ever talked on the messenger, and only about the party. They hardly ever went online when he was there. Zen finally asked Jumin for help so he could go and see them. But he had to agree to do another cat commercial, that jerk! When he got there, MC didn’t look happy. While their friends were freaking out over him, they just stared at him coldly. He was finally able to get them alone.

“Why are you here?” They asked.

“I-I wanted to see you, my love.” Zen said. “I missed you.”

MC said nothing, and just stared.

“Did I do something wrong, MC? I know we’ve been busy lately, but-“

“You shouldn’t have come.”

“MC, I-“

“Goodbye Zen.”

Jumin:

“Absolutely not.” Jumin said, expressionless.

“It’s not up to you, Jumin.” MC said back.

MC got a scholarship at their dream school in Italy, and was set to study there for two years, and Jumin wouldn’t hear of it. He couldn’t be away from them for two days, let alone, two years.

“It’s a no, MC.” He said.

“I’m going whether you like it or not.”

“I won’t let you.”

MC sighed. They knew they wouldn’t be able to, unless Jumin agreed. They decided to take a different approach.

“Please, Jumin? This is a huge opportunity.”

“MC, I don’t understand why you have to go to this school. I can provide you with everything you need.”

“This is different, Jumin. This is my dream school. This is something I really have to do.” MC went up to him and held his hands, “Please?”

Jumin sighed. “I have conditions.”

 

Jumin had a lot of conditions. As soon as he agreed, they were practically attached at the hip. MC had to be with him at all times until they left, and he would often take days off so that they could have his undivided attention, not that MC minded. They watched as Jumin chose the bodyguards that would go with them. Most of them were to go ahead of MC so that they could familiarize themselves with the area, as well as make sure it was safe. Jumin pulled all the stops. He chose where MC would live, making sure that they had the best of everything so that they would live comfortably while they were there, he bought a car and hired a driver so that MC would never have a hard time. MC felt as though he was going a bit overboard, but was glad to do it as long as they got to go.

 

MC was looking through the gifts they got from the other members. Jumin walked into the room and sat with them. “Everyone’s going to miss you.” He said.

“I know. I’ll miss you guys too.”

“Is there really no way to make you to reconsider?”

“Jumin,” MC took his hands, “this is my dream school. I have to go.”

Jumin sighed. “I always said I’d give you everything.” Jumin was suddenly on top of MC, “But I have one more condition before you go.”

 

Jumin had his arm around MC the whole way to the airport. He was supposed to take them there on his private jet and stay until he made sure that everything was okay, but his father suddenly made important plans for him that, no matter what he did, he couldn’t get out of. Jumin walked them to the jet. He did not want to let them go.

“I wish I could go with you my love, but father simply won’t allow it.” Jumin said.

“I’ll be fine Jumin.” MC gestured around, “I have all these bodyguards you picked out.”

“Still, it would be different if I were there. Are you sure you won’t consider delaying it?”

“Jumin, you promised.”

“I could run. I could run on the plane right now and no one could stop me.”

“Jumin, I’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

Jumin sighed. “I want you to check in with me during the times we discussed.”

MC nodded.

“Actually, even on other times. I want you to call me as often as you can.”

“I will, Jumin.” They gave him a kiss on the lips.

They were about to pull away, but Jumin held them in place for a bit longer. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He was smothering them. Whatever security they had back home, Jumin tripled it here. He couldn’t do anything without his permission, and would often just try to escape from the guards so they could have fun on their own. Of course, Jumin would be furious after.

Finally, MC had enough and called him. “I can’t take it anymore, Jumin.”

“That’s a strange way to greet someone, is something wrong?”

“You’re suffocating me Jumin, I can’t take it anymore. I can’t even go to the bathroom without asking you for permission!”

“Of course you can, are the bodyguards not letting you?”

Normally, MC would find his cluelessness adorable, but they were much too angry. “I need space, Jumin. You can’t keep me like this forever.”

“I just want to make sure that you’re safe and happy, MC.”

“I know your intentions were good Jumin, but I can’t live like this. I’m sorry.”

[Bonus]

MC moved out soon after. They somehow managed to sneak away from the guards, and move into the dorm the school originally provided for them. All the guards were fired and replaced soon after, only this time, they were to watch MC from a distance. Jumin still couldn’t quite understand where he went wrong, but he decided to wait patiently, hoping that they would eventually come back to him.

V:

“There’s something I need to tell you.” MC said one day.

V smiled at them, sitting with them on the couch. He wanted them to feel that they could tell him anything. “What is it, MC?” He asked.

“I got accepted into that thing we were talking about.” They said, “I got a scholarship!”

V beamed, “That’s amazing MC! I’m so proud of you!”

“I’ll be gone for a while, though.”

V waited for them to continue.

“Two years.” They finally said.

V was very calm about it. He took them into his arms. “I understand, MC. I know this is something you have to do, and I support you 100%.”

 

V followed MC around like a puppy for weeks, which MC found adorable. He took them on several dates, showered them with gifts, and took as many pictures of them as he could. He wanted to spend more time with them, but he didn’t want them to feel like he was smothering them. MC actually ended up being the one to initiate more contact with him because they knew what he was thinking.

V organized a going away party for MC where he gave them a scrapbook of all the pictures he took of them and the RFA. “So you won’t forget us.” He said.

MC took his face in their hands, and kissed him, not caring that the other RFA members were there. “I love you so much.” They told him.

“I love you too.”

V and MC spent the whole night together because they knew it would be a while before they could do this again.

 

The next day, MC was fumbling around for their things, but V already had everything they needed prepared for them. “Oh no, did I forget my-“ They’d start.

“It’s in your purse, love.” He’d say.

MC looked at him. “How am I gonna survive out there without you?”

He held their waist. “You’ll do great out there, MC.” He kissed them. “And you know you can call me anytime.”

“You won’t be going anywhere with terrible signal again?” They laughed.

“I won’t.” He laughed as well.

Finally it was time for MC to board the plane. They hugged him tight. V almost cried. “I’m really gonna miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too. I love you, MC.” He kissed them again.

“I love you too.”

They grew apart. What other way is there to say it? V tried to visit, he tried to talk to them as often as he could, but his work did take him places where they couldn’t reach him and they usually didn’t know about it until he was back. MC hated the times where he wouldn’t tell them where he was, especially. It was frustrating.

“I’m sorry, MC. I’ll make it up to you.” He’d say at times

“Don’t worry about it, my love.” He’d say others. Well they were worried. It was really getting on their nerves.

Eventually MC just stopped trying.

V didn’t stop them. He didn’t even blame them. He knew that he was being unfair to them, and felt that they deserved better.

“I’m sorry, V.” They said.

V just smiled at them, like he always did.

[Bonus]

V sighed as he watched MC laugh with their boyfriend. He missed making them laugh like that. MC was happy. They were finally with someone who could make time for them, who wouldn’t just disappear out of nowhere or break their promises. And V was happy for them.

He wished he did better, he wished that he could have made more time for them, or was more honest with them, he wished he could have done a better job at keeping them happy, but he wasn’t, and he didn’t, and he regrets it every day.

Saeyoung:

MC was hesitant to go at first, considering the fact that they were finally together, but Saeyoung wouldn’t let them pass up this opportunity. He was happy for them. He knew from the very beginning that this was their dream. It didn’t change how painful it would be to be away from them so long, but he would go through anything to make sure they were happy. He put on his best smile when they told him. “That’s great, MC!” He said. “I’m so proud of you.”

 

During the next few weeks, Saeyoung did everything he could to keep them happy. He cracked more jokes, cooked for them more, and spent as much time with them as he could. He’s actually been skipping out on work since he found out they were leaving. He wanted to make sure that MC would actually want to come back, though he’d never say that out loud.

He even threw them a surprise party. He pulled all the stops, making all of MC’s favorite food, and decorating it just the way they’d like it. He even cross-dressed and flirted with Zen for a while just to make them laugh. MC couldn’t be happier.

That night, Saeyoung made them sleep early because he didn’t want them to be too tired the next day. He watched them sleep. “I’m going to miss you so much, MC.” He whispered, “I wish you didn’t have to go.” He brushed their hair out of their face. “I love you.”

MC stirred. “Saeyoung?”

“Oh MC, I’m sorry.”

MC saw how sad he looked. “What is it, Sae?”

“O-Oh, nothing MC, I was just-“ He tried to think of an excuse.

MC sat up and hugged him. “It’s going to be okay, Sae.”

Saeyoung hugged them back. “I’m just really gonna miss you, MC.”

“I’m gonna miss you too, Sae.” MC was wide awake now. They smiled at him. “Why don’t we have a little more fun before I go?”

 

Keep it together, Saeyoung. He told himself. He and MC were at the airport along with the other RFA members. Saeyoung wanted them to see their family one last time before they left for two years. He was trying very hard not to cry. Come on, you don’t want to be teary-eyed the last time they see you! Yoosung’s already crying enough for the both of you!

MC tightened their grip on his hand. “It’s okay, Sae.”

Finally, Saeyoung let it go and started crying as well. Damn it!

He held them in his arms. “I love you, MC.”

“I love you too, Saeyoung.”

“Please, promise me you’ll come back to me.”

“Of course I will, my love.”

Saeyoung was having those thoughts again. He watched them as they spent time with other people, and enjoying themselves. He saw how they smiled at the new friends they made and couldn’t help but think that they were better off like that.

They’d be happier, too. He thought. Saeyoung stopped all contact with them. No matter how often they called, he wouldn’t respond unless it concerned the RFA. It killed him, but he told himself it was for the best. Still, he watched over them on the CCTVs just to make sure they were okay.

One day, he checked the cameras, but couldn’t find them anywhere. He tried to check the GPS on their phone, but it was off. He spent the whole day looking for them, he didn’t know what to do. Suddenly, he heard his door speak, “You’ve successfully answered all questions! Congratulations. Opening the door.”

“Saeyoung?” MC was standing at the entrance, crying.

Saeyoung wanted so badly to hold them again, but he didn’t move. “What are you doing here, MC?”

“Jumin helped me.” They said. “Seven, is something wrong? Have I done something?”

They moved to touch his arm, but he pulled out of their reach.

“S-Sae?”

“You shouldn’t have come, MC.”

“Saeyoung, I don’t understand. Please, just talk to me-“

“Just leave me alone, MC!”

[Bonus]

It’s been months since Saeyoung pushed MC away, and not a moment goes by that he wished he didn’t. He knew that he was irrational, that he was stupid to let his emotions get the better of him, but it was too late now. Saeyoung watched them on the CCTV. They were still the same. Same smile, same laugh, it was as if nothing had changed. Only this time, he couldn’t just call them out of nowhere to tell them how much he loved them.

Saeyoung sighed. “They’re not coming back.”

anonymous asked:

How would the suitors react to the princess eating something too spicy? Would they help, laugh, or both?

Hihi~ thanks for the ask!!! Sorry it took a bit …I had to think about this one…

Albert - he didn’t realize he put too much chili powder in the soup he made for you, so when you took a bite and your face went red - he shot up from his chair and ran to grab you a big glass of milk. You didn’t even have to ask and he apologized profusely for it.

Sid - he likes things a little spicy, so he’s just eating a meal at the restaurant with you like it’s no biggie. He looks up to see you nearly choke on a spicy bite of burrito and he can’t help but start to laugh - “You should see your face right now sweetheart, it looks like the first time you saw …” he ended his statement prematurely when a cup went flying at his head and he handed you a sip of alcohol to wash it down.

Giles - “Oh my dear, is that Italian Sausage to hot?” He might have a little chuckle to himself seeing your cheeks flush and watching you spit out food like a child - but he’s a gentleman and hands you a piece of bread and butter to mask the burn.

Leo - He would spit his drink out watching you turn red and spit out the hot pepper. He’d be chuckling the whole damn time- but he would be nice and get you a drink or something basic to tame the fire on your tongue. Then let the sex jokes begin…

Nico - this little shit. Let’s face it, he set this up and he’s laughing like a mad man while you’re red as a tomato because of those jalapeño seeds in the salsa. “Nicccoooo!” You’d choke him if you weren’t about to throw up.

Robert - He would cry. For some reason I picture Robert getting very emotional seeing you in any kind of pain and he’d be sobbing while you’re like “Robert, please had me the salt, I washed the hot sauce down 10 mins ago…”

Alyn - He asks you to try this spicy ginger snap cookie and he’s put a little too much spice in. He’s embarrassed at his skills and mad that he made you try one without trying them himself first. He’s got some milk on hand - but then he tsuns up and is like “What? Can’t take the heat? Sure you wanna be with someone as spicy as me?” … cornball….


Louis - His jaw drops when he sees tears streaming down your cheeks and he begs for forgiveness, “I’m so sorry I didn’t put the cap back on the toothpaste… please forgive me! Don’t leave me!” … “No, please there’s just too much black pepper on the roast dear”…. “OH!” he hands you some milk to calm your taste buds.

Byron - “What is it human? I don’t understand these signals you’re sending me- Is this a secret language?” OK- he’s not a robot, but he’s not picky and he probably eats anything and doesn’t notice spicy stuff- so he’s just staring at you like “wtf is that face for?” *cue head tilt*

Romano as a parent!

Romano/Lovino Vargas: 

  • He’d never use foul language in front of his child, terrified they’d pick up the back habit.  
  • He will make them any dish their little hearts desired, he’d have one happy plump child. 
  • Whenever his partner isn’t around he’d speak Italian, trying to make their first word his language. 
  • All of his physical affection would be dedicated to his child, but they’d be subtle, ruffling hair, pats on the back. Occasional hugs when they ran up to him.
  • He’d draw with them very single chance he got, and though he’d critique their work he’d still hang it on the fridge. 
  • He might accidentally slip a few Italian curses into the child’s vocabulary, and when they came from the child he would be a little stunned, especially when it ended in a parent teacher conference. 
  • He buys his kid ice cream so they’ll stop crying.    

tacoberto  asked:

I have a strange theory that Scout is a sort of polyglot, given his love for talking. Among the languages he might know, French, German, Russian, Italian, and some less spoken language like Navajo or such.

And all of the other bilingual mercs underestimate him and think he can’t understand them, but he totally does. He knows all of the embarrassing and somewhat twisted things Medic and Spy talk about with each other. 

anonymous asked:

hi can you do those RFA + V + Saeran mini fics but it's them reacting to a long-distance relationship with MC? like she needs to leave for a huge scholarship abroad and things get a bit complicated as they try to keep in touch your choice whether or not they break things off because of it 🌚

Ask and ye shall receive. You said it was my choice whether they’d stay together or not? You have been granted both ends! Congratulations, friend! (BTW, if you don’t like it, just message me, and I’ll try to fix it later! more than 5000 words tho! omg)

So, without further ado, RFA+V+Unknown react to a long distance relationship with MC Good End Here’s the link to the Bad End btw! Also, the indented parts are the parts that you’ve probably read in the other version.


Yoosung:

“You’re leaving?” Yoosung practically screamed.

MC was having dinner with Yoosung at home, one night, and MC finally told him that they got a scholarship at a prestigious university in Italy. Yoosung was on the verge of tears when they told him where it was.

“How long will you be gone?”

“Two years,” MC stood up and gave him a hug. “But I’ll call you every day, and we can video chat! It’ll be just like I’m still here.” No it wouldn’t.

Yoosung was freaking out. He didn’t want them to go. They were finally together, and they were leaving again? And two years without MC would be unbearable!

Yoosung tried to breath normally again. He knew how important this was to them, they worked so hard. This was a huge opportunity and he didn’t want to be the reason they didn’t take it.

Yoosung finally forced a smile, “Wow MC, you’re so smart! I’m so proud of you! I’m so lucky to be dating such a genius!”


For the next few weeks, Yoosung has been trying to be the best boyfriend he could be. He did his best to make sure they were as happy as possible. He was doing better in school, he didn’t play LOLOL when they were around unless they played with him, he was cooking for them more and calling them more often, and he was a lot more affectionate and clingy. He even threw them a going away party with the other RFA members, the day before they left. He didn’t want them leaving on a bad note, and he wanted to spend as much time with them as he could before they left.

That night, however, Yoosung was being quieter than usual. MC hugged him from behind and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’m going to miss you too,” they whispered.

Yoosung stayed quiet.

“What’s wrong, Yoosung?”

“You won’t fall in love with anyone else while you’re there, right?” Yoosung mumbled.

MC couldn’t help but laugh, he was being so cute.

“I-it’s not funny, MC!” Yoosung blushed, “You’re so amazing, and you’re going to be there without me, surrounded by all those Italian guys.” he looked away, “You might end up forgetting all about me.”

MC moved around the couch so they were in front of him. “Yoosung, I love you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” They said, “This is just something that I have to do, but being away from you is going to be pure torture.”

Yoosung smiled at that.

“In fact,” MC grinned, “Let me show you just how much I’m going to miss you”

Yoosung was trying his best not to cry. They were going to be away for at least a few months, and the thought of not being able to see them every morning was breaking his heart. It was like the first eleven days all over again, only this time, he knew what he was missing.

MC gave him a sweet kiss on the lips and smiled. “Don’t look so sad, okay? I’ll be back before you know it.”

That did it. Yoosung gave them a big hug and started bawling. ‘I-I’m sorry, MC! I’m just going to miss you so much.”

MC rubbed his back, trying and failing not to cry as well. “I-it’ll be okay, Yoosung.” They sniffed. “Once I’m through with this, I’m never leaving you again.” They pulled away and whipped their tears. “Come on, do you really want this to be how we say goodbye?” They choked at the ‘goodbye’.

Yoosung tried to relax. “You’re right, I’m sorry.” He said, once he composed himself. He took them in his harms again. “I’m going to miss you so much. Stay safe, okay? I’ll be right here when you get back.”

MC nodded and smiled. Finally it was time for MC to board the plane. Yoosung gave them a long kiss. “Call me when you land, okay? I love you so so much, so don’t forget me.” He kissed them again.

MC was almost through the door when Yoosung called out to them again, “Have fun out there, okay, darling? I love you!”

MC smiled and called back. “I love you too!”

During MC’s trip, they were the cutest long distance couple. They supported each other. Yoosung took every opportunity to talk to them. They texted and called each other throughout the day, Yoosung would call during MC’s breaks just to check in and make sure they were eating properly, and they would Skype as often as they could. Yoosung found himself being up even earlier just so he could talk to them. MC would scold him whenever he did this though, but they appreciated it and would often do it as well because they missed him just as much.

He’d often get quite jealous as well. “There’s no one flirting with you there, right?” He would say, “I may be far away, but I’m still your boyfriend.” MC found it adorable.

Yoosung was so excited. MC was coming home! He made sure to dress in his best clothes, he went out and bought a bouquet of roses, and he got to the airport early to make sure they wouldn’t have to wait for him.

Yoosung almost cried when he saw them come out. He was so happy to have them back. MC ran to him as soon as they saw him. They were as happy as he was. Yoosung was so happy to be holding them again. “I missed you so much.” He told them, “I am so happy that you’re back.” He held them closer. I’m so happy you didn’t forget.

Jaehee:

Jaehee was closing up shop one day, when MC suddenly ran towards her. “Jaehee! Jaehee, Jaehee, Jaehee!” They yelled and took her into their arms.

“What? What, what, what?” She laughed as she got several kisses all over her face.

“I got accepted! I got a scholarship and everything!” MC was waving their acceptance letter around.

Jaehee gave them a hug again. “Congratulations, MC! I’m so proud of you!”

MC couldn’t stand still. They were so excited.

“How long will you be gone?” Jaehee suddenly asked.

MC read the letter they were holding. “Two years.” They said, sadly.

“Oh.” Jaehee said, “Well we better prepare for your trip then.”

“You’re not mad?” Of course she wasn’t mad. She was sad. The thought of not seeing them for two years broke their heart, but this was MC’s dream school, and a once in a lifetime opportunity, and Jaehee wouldn’t stand in the way of that.

Jaehee smiled at them. “I’m sad that I won’t be able to see you every day, but if it’s something you have to do, then I support you.”

Jaehee made all the preparations for MC’s trip. She hired someone to work at the café while they were gone, she researched the area they would be staying at so that they wouldn’t have a hard time getting around, and so they would know the best places to buy food, she basically did everything for MC so that wouldn’t be stressed before they left. Jaehee even threw a susprise going-away party for them at the café. MC couldn’t be happier.

The night before MC was supposed to leave, MC found Jaehee crying in the guestroom.

“Jaehee?” They asked.

Jaehee stood up immediately and wiped her face. She’s been trying so hard not to let MC see her cry over this. “M-MC! What are you doing here?”

“I heard a sound coming from in here and came to check it out. Why are you crying?”

“O-oh I just decided to clean up in here and found some of Elizabeth 3rd’s cat hair.”

“Jaehee,”

Jaehee sighed and sat down again, MC sitting next to her and holding her hand. “I’m just going to miss you so much.” She finally said. “I just can’t bear the thought of not seeing you every day.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you felt this way?”

“I just didn’t want you to be upset because I was being selfish. I want you to be happy.”

MC gave her a hug. “You’re not being selfish, Jaehee. I’m going to miss you too. This is just something that I have to do.”

“I know, I understand.”

MC had a thought. “Jaehee,” They said, “How about we do something that’ll make my last night here more memorable?”

“Did you forget anything?” Jaehee asked as they were loading the car.

“No, Jaehee. Everything I need is in my suitcase.” MC smiled. They loved it when she was on mom mode.

“What about money? Do you have enough with you? Where’s your credit card? Passport?

MC took her by the waste and gave her a long kiss. “Don’t worry Jaehee, I have everything I need.”

Jaehee tried to keep herself composed. She didn’t want to be crying the last time MC saw her. MC gave her a kiss. “I’m going to miss you.”

“I’m going to miss you too.” Keep it together, Jaehee. She told herself. She pulled a small box out of her purse and gave it to them.

“What’s this?”

“It’s just something I made so you wouldn’t forget me.”

MC gave them a long kiss. “I could never forget you.” They opened the box. “I love it, Jaehee. Thank you!” They kissed her again.

Finally, it was time for MC to board. They kissed her one last time. “I love you so so much.”

“I love you too. Call me when you land, okay?”

MC smiled. “Okay.”

The bed felt so much colder without MC around, which only made Jaehee miss them even more. Because of this, she spent most of her breaks calling and texting them which they appreciated. Jaehee actually made a schedule for when they were free to talk.

Jaehee still looked out for MC, making sure that they were eating properly and doing well with their schoolwork. She even sent them Zen DVDs whenever a new one came out so they were updated. They’d actually watch them together while video chatting but soon forget about the movies and just talk, which would give them an excuse to watch them again.

Finally, the day came when MC was coming home, and Jaehee was so nervous. It was like the first time they were going to meet all over again. She stayed up all night to make sure that everything would be perfect. She cleaned the whole house, she prepared everything for their favorite meal so she could cook it the next day, she wore MC’s favorite outfit on her, the works. She even went to the airport early to make sure they wouldn’t have to wait for her.

Jaehee’s heart skipped a beat when she saw them. She was so happy. She couldn’t help herself and ran into their arms before they could even notice her. “Woah,” MC said, “Hey there.”

“Hey.”

They stayed there for a while, just holding each other. They finally pulled apart, and Jaehee was happy to see that they were still using the gift.

“You kept it.” Jaehee smiled.

“Of course I did.” They gave her a kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Saeran:

Saeran was furious. No matter how many times MC would explain, he couldn’t understand why they had to leave. “It’s a great opportunity, Saeran!” They’d say, “It’ll just be for a little while.”

“Two years!” Saeran would exclaim, “That’s not a little while.”

“We’d talk everyday! And I’d come visit, and you could visit me!”

“It’s not the same, MC!”

Saeran spent the weeks before they left, sulking. Whenever he would speak to them, he’d try to convince him to stay, and when he failed, he went back to ignoring them. He didn’t even go to the going away party the other RFA members threw them. Finally, the day MC was to leave arrived and Saeyoung was going to drive them to the airport.

Saeran was just sitting on the couch.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna come with us, bro?” Saeyoung asked. “You won’t be seeing them for a while.”

Saeran ignored him.

Saeyoung sighed and turned to MC. “I’ll wait in the car.”

MC stopped at the door. “So is this it?” They asked Saeran, “You’re not even gonna say goodbye?”

Saeran said nothing.

MC sighed. “I love you, Saeran. I’ll call you when I land.”

Saeran secretly followed them to the airport. He watched as the other RFA members surprised MC and had a huge card of some sort to give them. They asked him to sign it as well, but he wouldn’t hear of it. They all exchanged hugs, Yoosung cried again, and MC comforted him, you can imagine, but MC kept glancing at the entrance as if they were looking for something.

Saeran couldn’t help himself and ran to them and held them in his arms. MC froze. “S-Saeran?”

“I’m so sorry MC, I get that you have to do this,” he was crying, “Just, please promise me that you won’t forget about me.”

MC hugged him tighter. “Of course I won’t forget you, you idiot.”

“I love you so much MC.”

“I love you too Sae.”

Finally, MC’s flight was boarding and Saeran had a hard time letting them go. “I love you MC.”

“I love you too, Saeran. I’ll call you when I land, okay?”

Saeran hugged them one more time, “Okay.”

Saeran regretted not spending more time with MC while they were together. He found himself calling them several times a day because he missed them so much, and MC called him just as often, which he loved. He’d often let his emotions get the better of him, which would cause him to be hostile towards them at times, but MC understood, he didn’t think he’d have to be alone again. He would call again soon after and act like they never fought though.

Saeran would also secretly hack into the CCTV’s to make sure they were doing okay. He’d never tell them, though.

Saeran thought his heart was going to jump out of his chest, he was so excited. MC was finally coming home. He stood there, waiting for them, checking the clock every five seconds to see if their flight had arrived yet, he got there two hours early, so he checked quite a few times. Finally, MC walked in and he burst into tears. He ran to them and gave them a big hug.

“I missed you so much, MC!” Saeran cried.

MC rubbed his back, happy to be in his arms again, “I missed you too, Sae.”

Zen:

“A scholarship?” Zen asked, “That’s wonderful, babe!” Zen picked them up, and spun them around. “You worked so hard for this, I am so proud of you!”

MC laughed, happy at how he was taking it, but MC hadn’t told him the bad part yet. “I’m going to be gone a while, though.” MC said.

“W-well,” Zen faltered, but kept smiling, “it is a scholarship at your dream school. Hhow long will you be gone? A term?”

“Two years.”

Zen’s face fell. Two years? Two years without his prince/ss? He couldn’t even imagine it. But then he saw the face they were making, he knew how hard they worked for this, how much this meant to them, and he didn’t want them to feel guilty about it. Zen sighed, “Well, I suppose we better spend as much time together as we can, then.”

For the next few weeks, Zen and MC were inseparable. He took time off work so he could be with them, and just took them on random dates whenever. He treated them like royalty and made sure to satisfy them in every way. He even threw them a surprise going away party the day before, and made all the RFA members sign a giant card for them, on top of all the gifts he already gave them. MC almost cried.

That night, Zen found MC sitting on the couch in the living room crying. Zen went up to them and hugged them from behind.

“What’s wrong, my love?” Zen asked.

“I’m just thinking about what I’m leaving behind.” They whispered.

He sat next to them so they could face him. “You’re not leaving anything behind, darling. Everything will be waiting for you when you get back.” Zen kissed them on the cheek.

MC smiled and kissed him on the lips. “How ‘bout you remind me what I’m coming back to?”

Zen was barely keeping it together. He tried to distract himself from MC leaving by spending all his time with them, but now, standing there at the airport, the fact that they were leaving was all too real. MC tightened their grip on his hand and Zen smiled.

“It won’t be long.” They said.

Zen took them in his arms and kissed them. He didn’t want to let them go. “Do you really have to go?” Zen said.

MC laughed and kissed him again. “Yes I do. Don’t worry, love. I’ll be back before you know it.”

As MC was leaving, Zen called out to them again, “MC!” He said and ran up to them, taking them into his arms and spinning them around then kissing them passionately. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” They laughed.

Zen and MC talked as often as they could. Zen was a night owl anyway, so he would usually be awake when they were. They Skyped at least twice a day, and called each other at least thrice. He’d send them selfies and videos, and insisted that they send him a lot as well. “I don’t want you forgetting what I look like, and I wanna see everything that you see.” He’d say.

Zen supported them, and did everything he could to keep them happy. He comforted them when they had problems with class, or when someone wasn’t being nice to them. He wanted to make sure they knew that even though he wasn’t with them in person, he’d always be there if they needed him.

MC was coming home. He couldn’t believe it. He wanted to look his best when they arrived, so he slept early, and dressed in his best clothes. He actually forgot to set his alarm, and was almost late for being early at the airport. He waited for almost two hours before MC finally arrived. There they were, in the flesh, looking as amazing as ever. He couldn’t believe his eyes.

He ran up to them and spun them around then kissed them passionately, just like he did when they left. “I told you everything would be here when you back.” He said and MC laughed.

Jumin:

“Absolutely not.” Jumin said, expressionless.

“It’s not up to you, Jumin.” MC said back.

MC got a scholarship at their dream school in Italy, and was set to study there for two years, and Jumin wouldn’t hear of it. He couldn’t be away from them for two days, let alone, two years.

“It’s a no, MC.” He said.

“I’m going whether you like it or not.”

“I won’t let you.”

MC sighed. They knew they wouldn’t be able to, unless Jumin agreed. They decided to take a different approach.

“Please, Jumin? This is a huge opportunity.”

“MC, I don’t understand why you have to go to this school. I can provide you with everything you need.”

“This is different, Jumin. This is my dream school. This is something I really have to do.” MC went up to him and held his hands, “Please?”

Jumin sighed. “I have conditions.”

Jumin had a lot of conditions. As soon as he agreed, they were practically attached at the hip. MC had to be with him at all times until they left, and he would often take days off so that they could have his undivided attention, not that MC minded. They watched as Jumin chose the bodyguards that would go with them. Most of them were to go ahead of MC so that they could familiarize themselves with the area, as well as make sure it was safe. Jumin pulled all the stops. He chose where MC would live, making sure that they had the best of everything so that they would live comfortably while they were there, he bought a car and hired a driver so that MC would never have a hard time. MC felt as though he was going a bit overboard, but was glad to do it as long as they got to go.

MC was looking through the gifts they got from the other members. Jumin walked into the room and sat with them. “Everyone’s going to miss you.” He said.

“I know. I’ll miss you guys too.”

“Is there really no way to make you to reconsider?”

“Jumin,” MC took his hands, “this is my dream school. I have to go.”

Jumin sighed. “I always said I’d give you everything.” Jumin was suddenly on top of MC, “But I have one more condition before you go.”

Jumin had his arm around MC the whole way to the airport. He was supposed to take them there on his private jet and stay until he made sure that everything was okay, but his father suddenly made important plans for him that, no matter what he did, he couldn’t get out of. Jumin walked them to the jet. He did not want to let them go.

“I wish I could go with you my love, but father simply won’t allow it.” Jumin said.

“I’ll be fine Jumin.” MC gestured around, “I have all these bodyguards you picked out.”

“Still, it would be different if I were there. Are you sure you won’t consider delaying it?”

“Jumin, you promised.”

“I could run. I could run on the plane right now and no one could stop me.”

“Jumin, I’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

Jumin sighed. “I want you to check in with me during the times we discussed.”

MC nodded.

“Actually, even on other times. I want you to call me as often as you can.”

“I will, Jumin.” They gave him a kiss on the lips.

They were about to pull away, but Jumin held them in place for a bit longer. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Jumin missed them. It was difficult not waking up with them every morning, or going to bed with them every night. He made sure to call them during these times, just so that they were at least, kind of there.

Jumin became quite clingy, often calling them again right after they hung up, and never leaving their side whenever he visited (which was every other weekend as long as work permitted it). MC found it endearing.

“You know it wouldn’t have to be like this if you just-“

“Jumin,” They’d cut him off.

“Only joking, love.” Not really.

He would even bring Elizabeth 3rd with him, and would actually leave her with them now and then.

“Elizabeth 3rd misses you dearly,” He’d say, “I will come for her again next week,”

Finally, the day came for MC to come home for good. Jumin took the week off so that he could spend MC’s last days in Italy with them to sightsee. Jumin was holding them the whole ride home, just enjoying the thought of them living together again.

“Did you have fun, Jumin?” They finally asked.

“It was quite enjoyable. Perhaps we could go there again sometime. Together, of course.”

MC smiled and gave him a kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too, MC.” He said, “I’m so happy you’re finally coming home to me.”

V:

“There’s something I need to tell you.” MC said one day.

V smiled at them, sitting with them on the couch. He wanted them to feel that they could tell him anything. “What is it, MC?” He asked.

“I got accepted into that thing we were talking about.” They said, “I got a scholarship!”

V beamed, “That’s amazing MC! I’m so proud of you!”

“I’ll be gone for a while, though.”

V waited for them to continue.

“Two years.” They finally said.

V was very calm about it. He took them into his arms. “I understand, MC. I know this is something you have to do, and I support you 100%.”

V followed MC around like a puppy for weeks, which MC found adorable. He took them on several dates, showered them with gifts, and took as many pictures of them as he could. He wanted to spend more time with them, but he didn’t want them to feel like he was smothering them. MC actually ended up being the one to initiate more contact with him because they knew what he was thinking.

V organized a going away party for MC where he gave them a scrapbook of all the pictures he took of them and the RFA. “So you won’t forget us.” He said.

MC took his face in their hands, and kissed him, not caring that the other RFA members were there. “I love you so much.” They told him.

“I love you too.”

V and MC spent the whole night together because they knew it would be a while before they could do this again.

The next day, MC was fumbling around for their things, but V already had everything they needed prepared for them. “Oh no, did I forget my-“ They’d start.

“It’s in your purse, love.” He’d say.

MC looked at him. “How am I gonna survive out there without you?”

He held their waist. “You’ll do great out there, MC.” He kissed them. “And you know you can call me anytime.”

“You won’t be going anywhere with terrible signal again?” They laughed.

“I won’t.” He laughed as well.

Finally it was time for MC to board the plane. They hugged him tight. V almost cried. “I’m really gonna miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too. I love you, MC.” He kissed them again.

“I love you too.”

V kept his promise. MC had access to him whenever they wanted, and there would never be a time when they called where he wouldn’t at least, call them back. He wanted to be there for them. He also visited them as often as he could. Every time he saw them in person again, it was like he was in heaven, even when he was just watching them study. He quite enjoyed going there as well. The scenery was nice, which made it perfect for taking more pictures. He was actually in the middle of making a scrapbook of MC’s time there as well.

Whenever he wasn’t with them on the other hand, he would take pictures of everything. He wanted them to be able to see all the sights he saw, and MC did the same for him.

“They’re not as good as the ones you take, but I thought you might like them.” They’d say, and V would keep them with him at all times even the blurry ones.

Finally the day came when they were going home for good. V went there a day early so he could take them out on one more date.

“We’re finally going home, tomorrow.” They said. “I’m really gonna miss this place.”

“We can always come back. We can go here on vacation.” V smiled. “Or even on our honeymoon.”

MC blushed.

“In the meantime,” He pulled a big book out of his bag. “I made this so hoping that it might make you a little less sad about leaving.”

Saeyoung:

MC was hesitant to go at first, considering the fact that they were finally together, but Saeyoung wouldn’t let them pass up this opportunity. He was happy for them. He knew from the very beginning that this was their dream. It didn’t change how painful it would be to be away from them so long, but he would go through anything to make sure they were happy. He put on his best smile when they told him. “That’s great, MC!” He said. “I’m so proud of you.”

During the next few weeks, Saeyoung did everything he could to keep them happy. He cracked more jokes, cooked for them more, and spent as much time with them as he could. He’s actually been skipping out on work since he found out they were leaving. He wanted to make sure that MC would actually want to come back, though he’d never say that out loud.

He even threw them a surprise party. He pulled all the stops, making all of MC’s favorite food, and decorating it just the way they’d like it. He even cross-dressed and flirted with Zen for a while just to make them laugh. MC couldn’t be happier.

That night, Saeyoung made them sleep early because he didn’t want them to be too tired the next day. He watched them sleep. “I’m going to miss you so much, MC.” He whispered, “I wish you didn’t have to go.” He brushed their hair out of their face. “I love you.”

MC stirred. “Saeyoung?”

“Oh MC, I’m sorry.”

MC saw how sad he looked. “What is it, Sae?”

“O-Oh, nothing MC, I was just-“ He tried to think of an excuse.

MC sat up and hugged him. “It’s going to be okay, Sae.”

Saeyoung hugged them back. “I’m just really gonna miss you, MC.”

“I’m gonna miss you too, Sae.” MC was wide awake now. They smiled at him. “Why don’t we have a little more fun before I go?”

Keep it together, Saeyoung. He told himself. He and MC were at the airport along with the other RFA members. Saeyoung wanted them to see their family one last time before they left for two years. He was trying very hard not to cry. Come on, you don’t want to be teary-eyed the last time they see you! Yoosung’s already crying enough for the both of you!

MC tightened their grip on his hand. “It’s okay, Sae.”

Finally, Saeyoung let it go and started crying as well. Damn it!

He held them in his arms. “I love you, MC.”

“I love you too, Saeyoung.”

“Please, promise me you’ll come back to me.”

“Of course I will, my love.”

Saeyoung missed them. He found himself hacking into security cameras just to see how they were. Whenever he saw that they weren’t busy, or it wasn’t too late where they were, he’d call them. Being away from them was driving him insane.

MC enjoyed the attention. It was like the first time they met all over again, only much much longer, and without the cold shoulder. They called him as much as they could as well, making sure that he was eating right, and wasn’t skipping out on work too much.

“If you didn’t remind me about these things MC, I’d probably be staring at the cameras all day.” He’d say.

He actually pulled several all nighters so he could save enough to visit them, which MC was grateful for. He spent a whole month there, until he got called into work again, which he couldn’t help.

“I’ll be back before you know it, Saeyoung. Don’t worry.”

Saeyoung cried when they were finally back. He brought the other RFA members with him to pick them up, but forgot about them as soon as he saw MC. He ran towards them and held them in his arms. He thanked God that he brought MC back to him safe.

“MC, I missed you so much!” He sobbed.

MC smiled, hugging him tighter. “I missed you too, Saeyoung.”

“Please don’t leave me again, MC!”

Gunmen in military uniforms killed 19 people on Wednesday in a midday attack on a museum in downtown Tunis, dealing a new blow to the tourist industry that is vital to Tunisia as it struggles to consolidate the only transition to democracy after the Arab Spring revolts.

Tunisian officials had initially said that the attackers took 10 hostages and killed nine people, including seven foreign visitors and two Tunisians. When security forces retook the museum about four hours later, however, the death toll more than doubled, raising questions about how and at what point the hostages had died. 

Prime Minister Habib Essid said in a news conference that security forces had killed two gunmen inside the museum but that two or three accomplices might still be at large. He said 17 foreign visitors — including Polish, Italian, Spanish and German tourists — as well as two Tunisians, one of whom was a member of the security forces, had been killed in the attack. At least 22 others were injured.

Mr. Essid urged national unity, calling the attack “the first operation of its kind ever to occur in Tunisia” because it struck the crucial tourist economy. “We will show no compassion and no mercy in defending our country,” he said.

The two gunmen killed were believed to be Tunisians, he said. Yet their identities and motivations were not immediately clear, and there was no claim of responsibility.

Tunisia is the Arab world’s most successful democracy, and recently completed its first free presidential elections and a peaceful rotation of political power. But its security forces have also struggled to quash occasional attacks by Islamist extremists, especially in its mountains, and Tunisia has emerged as one of the biggest sources of foreign fighters joining the Islamic State, also known as ISIS or ISIL, in Syria and Iraq.

—  The New York Times“Tunisia Gunmen Kill 19 at Museum”