Netteflix Pokemon AU in which Annette is a nurse at a Pokemon Centre and Felix is a trainer who keeps coming over to heal his Pokemon because of the tiniest scratches
Synopsis: Jisung knows he is the Romeo to your Juliet. He could wax poetry about you all throughout rehearsal and even a little after. Except Hwang Hyunjin is the one playing Romeo in the school play, not him. Jisung is just another tech crew member that you don’t know, but he’s determined to win your heart... by any means necessary.
Warning: violent thoughts
Word Count: 3.2k
Pairing: fem!reader x Jisung; fem!reader x Hyunjin
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Two household, both alike in dignity
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
Opening night has arrived. Tech crew’s call time is 5:30 PM, and Jisung pulls into the parking lot just a few minutes later. The late afternoon sun is low in the sky, and he has to squint through the light when he runs up the steps to the auditorium. The entrance leading to the lobby is predictably locked, but he doesn’t have time to take the long way. He peers through the tiny window and sees nobody in the immediate vicinity. He pounds against the heavy metal door, hoping someone hears him. When no one shows up, he growls to himself and texts the tech group chat. No answers. Seconds later, you appear, walking by with a box of programs. He doesn’t want your help, but he doesn’t want to get a verbal lashing for being late either. Jisung hits the door again, and you almost drop the box.
“Y/N!” he shouts. “Open!”
With wide eyes, you quickly push open the door for him with the side of your body and go back to place down the programs. You’re dressed in the same shirt he is. While he normally would be delighted at this coincidence, he’s repulsed now, knowing that you stabbed him in the back a mere twenty-four hours ago. You don’t say hello to him, and he doesn’t either.
“Thanks,” he roughly says, avoiding eye contact with you.
You don’t say a single word back.
He swings open the door to the auditorium with more force than necessary, and it knocks against the metal trash can. He’s greeted by a song with a thumping bass and Chan’s rapping.
“What’s happening?” Jisung asks no one in particular. He’s glad that he hasn’t missed anything though. He settles down in a seat in front of the soundboard and watches different colored lights flash across the cyclorama. A couple of silhouetted bodies dance on stage.
“Felix found out two of the actors are dancers,” Changbin replies. “Chan wanted to play his new song, and Jeongin just went along with it.”
Jisung nods, but he doubts Changbin notices in the darkness anyway. Jisung himself can’t make out who’s who. Another figure later appears on stage and shouts in Mr. Gi’s voice, “What are you guys doing?”
The lightshow stops, and the music volume drops to a whisper. Felix, Hyunjin, and the guy playing Mercutio pause in the middle of their dance off. Hyunjin’s smirk is starting to slide off his face, and Jisung feels the sudden urge to drag the corners of his mouth down with barbed hooks. He would look a lot better if he had a perpetual frown.
Felix hesitantly offers, “Sound and light check?”
Mr. Gi lets out a short laugh before turning serious. “We’re going to run through tech now.”
Everyone springs into their usual positions, while the two actors return to wherever they were before. Jisung gives Hyunjin a sufficiently long glare as he walks out the side door. The real sound and light check then begins. Occasionally, the floor crew is needed to set up the stage and to practice for blackouts. Jisung envies Seungmin, who is assistant tech director. He gets to relax for the night.
Before the main doors open, pictures are taken, one of cast, one of crew, and one of everyone involved. Jisung doesn’t miss the fact that Hyunjin has an arm slung around you and that you’re twisting the silver ring on his finger. He looks around and, to his disbelief, discovers that no one cares. The very people surrounding the two of you are busy adjusting their hair and clothes while waiting for the parent volunteer to take the photo.
“3, 2, 1!”
Jisung snaps back to the camera with thinly veiled irritation. Another picture is taken, and the brittle smile he has on is threatening to break. There are calls for a funny picture, and while he normally would be excited, he wants to get away from you and Hyunjin’s public displays of affection. In the next picture, he and Changbin give each other bizarre looks and shoot finger guns at each other, while you and Hyunjin reenact one of your fake endings to Romeo and Juliet.
Disgusting.
During the play, Jisung does his best to stay attentive to Felix and Changbin’s calls. He’s more talkative in the comms now that he realizes what a waste of time the last two weeks were pining after you. He jokes with his friends, and he’s happier than he's been in days. He learns that the stage kisses are now real kisses, and Hyunjin doesn’t bother obscuring the action. Both the crew and the audience cheer loudly when they see it.
During your costume change, he boldly watches you shimmy out of your dress and observes your protruding spine when you bend down to pick up the fallen garment. If he throws one of the metal counterweights from the fly rail system at you, he thinks, you would drop dead.
So would any other person, but he gets a certain thrill when he pictures Hyunjin finding your crumpled up body on the floor. It’s all Hyunjin’s fault anyway. He would get what he deserved.
Strangely — well, maybe not — Jisung actually enjoys the play now. The death scene, which hurt him to watch before, is his favorite part. It’s a fitting ending, you and Hyunjin dying together after all the casualties you caused. He feels vindicated. When the main curtain comes down, he’s almost disappointed.
There’s a crowd of lingering people in the audience after the show ends and when the post-show music starts playing. While you and Hyunjin take (more) pictures with each other, your friends, and families after the show, Jisung once again sits in the row in front of the soundboard, taking in everything happening. Your friends have signs and flower bouquets, and you happily receive them all. Hyunjin momentarily disappears before coming back with a dozen roses for you.
“Romeo’s got game,” Seungmin, who has taken over photography duty, lowly whistles. He picks up his camera and snaps a photo.
Jisung grits his teeth and doesn’t say a single word. You place a shocked hand over your mouth before shyly kissing him on the cheek. There’s another click of the camera.
“They’re dating,” Ryujin announces.
“How do you know?” Seungmin asks. “And why didn’t we know about this news?”
“Yeji told me today when we were getting lunch, and it’s none of your business anyway,” she shrugs. “But it’s been pretty obvious they’ve been crushing on each other since rehearsal started.”
“Who’s Yeji?” Jeongin interrupts.
“Lady Montague, looks like Hyunjin?”
“Who’s Hyunjin?”
“Romeo?” she answers incredulously. “It’s been two weeks!”
“I sit back here and turn the lights on and off!”
While they bicker, the audience members still around slowly start leaving. You wave goodbye to your friends and promise to meet your parents in the lobby after you’re done. The ushers begin walking through the aisles to check for trash, and the actors go to the dressing room to change out of costume. Then Mr. Gi gives out the tech notes for the night.
There’s only a few critiques, and Jisung is satisfied that Felix can’t rib him for any mistakes. While notes are ongoing, you hand back two mic packs to Chan, explaining that one of them is Hyunjin’s. Jisung notices that you’re wearing the jacket you supposedly returned to Hyunjin. It’s unzipped and hangs loosely on your frame. It could have been his jacket there. Another shred of anger rips through him, and he looks away, no longer gritting his teeth but grinding. You prance to the classroom, and he hopes one of the lights falls from its fixture and lands you in the hospital.
After notes are finished, the tech director congratulates them all on a job well done, and they’re all free to leave. It’s late, and Jisung’s excited to go home. He spots your parents milling around the lobby, making awkward small talk with the drama students selling grams. You’re almost a carbon copy of your mother, down to the way her eyes widen when a new person enters the room. He politely smiles, and she returns the gesture like you would have last week. It’s another reminder of what he could have had.
He’s on autopilot the drive home. He rolls at least two stop signs, but there’s luckily no one around in those four way streets. He has an unfinished plan in his mind, and he desperately needs it to be complete. It was previously tailored for Hyunjin, so he makes a few adjustments to include you.
The rest of the night he spends researching online. The glow of his screen illuminates his face in the darkness and reflects off of his bluelight glasses. His back hurts from being hunched over for three hours, but his scheme is ready. As he shuts down his laptop, he stretches, enjoying the tension released from his shoulders and mind. He’ll sleep well tonight, very well.
—
The second show is the day after opening night on Saturday. This time Jisung arrives a solid twenty minutes before his call time. He’s been in a good mood all day; he woke up refreshed and energized, and he even made a quick trip to the local flower shop to buy a beautiful blue monkshood plant for his mother. He takes the long way to the auditorium, knowing that he’s likely the first tech crew member to arrive.
He passes by the green room and spots you eating dinner alone. There are other actors and extras nearby, but you’re sitting at a center table, scooping fried rice into your mouth. How pathetic. He can hear a sword fighting scene being rehearsed on stage, and he’s certain Hyunjin’s part of it. He wonders why you aren’t cheering on your Prince Charming. Surely, you like him more than your terrible, burnt rice. The old Jisung would have jumped at the opportunity to be around you, but the enlightened Jisung strides to the stage, unaffected by your charms.
He’s proud of himself. He feels no rush of rage when he sees you anymore, and when he sees Hyunjin stab Tybalt with a wooden sword, he’s calm. He walks to the back of the auditorium, where Chan has his own headphones on and Felix is furiously tapping his phone screen.
“You guys are here early,” Jisung remarks, taking Jeongin’s chair.
“Nothing better... to do,” Felix mumbles, clearly concentrated on whatever game he’s playing.
Chan is engrossed in his own world, bobbing his head to the music and drumming his fingers across the board. Jisung leans back in his seat and checks Hyunjin’s Instagram. As he expects, his latest post is a photo of you and him from last night. You hold the roses he gave you, and he has an arm around your waist. The caption simply reads, “Opening night.” Satisfied with his findings, Jisung turns back to the stage, where the actors are starting their fight from the beginning again.
As time goes on, he loses interest, and more of the crew starts arriving. Jisung later waits in the lobby, opening doors for anyone too lazy to take the long way around. He’s reading gardening forum posts about monkshood when you and one of the house managers come by with more programs, predicting how packed it will be tonight. He glances up momentarily before deciding to ignore you. He can’t help but feel a tiny bit of resentment when you try to meet his eye. Where was all that a few days ago?
“Hi, Jisung,” you cautiously greet, seemingly trying to dissolve the tension between the two of you. You still have that scared deer look though.
While the house manager gives him a curt nod and then disappears into the auditorium, you linger around.
“Hey,” he replies and leaves it at that. He’s over you, and he doesn’t want any reason to come crawling back.
“Opening night went well.”
“Yeah.”
“How many people do you think will come tonight? I think at least a hundred.”
“I don’t know.”
You try to continue the conversation — though it barely qualifies as one — and Jisung shuts down every attempt you make. He doesn’t want you anymore, not after you strung him along with your jokes and smiles and then ran off into the sunset with Hyunjin.
There’s a knock on the door, and he absentmindedly opens it for Yugyeom, who’s out of breath from running up the stairs.
“Thanks,” he manages to get out. “Have we started yet?”
“I think we’re about to,” Jisung answers. “Bye, Y/N.”
He opens the auditorium doors for Yugyeom and lets it swing shut after him before you have the opportunity to slip inside.
Fine. Maybe he’s still a little angry at you, but it would be insane to think that he would be completely over you after all the interactions he’s had with you.
He follows Yugyeom to stage right. While sound and lights are being tested, the floor crew waits patiently in the wings. Ryujin slides the hangers across the rack, counting the number of costumes, and Yugyeom makes sure all the props are in order. With nothing better to do, Jisung stands by him and watches as he rearranges the items on the table. He sees two chemistry tube looking containers, and he can’t help but reach for them.
“Do they actually drink this?” Jisung asks as he picks up a clear vial filled with green liquid. “And what is this?”
“Just colored water,” he shrugs. “And yeah, they drink it. Hyunjin asked if I could change it every day since he and Y/N use it as a water break on stage. He said Ms. Park was okay with it.”
Jisung remembers the vial Hyunjin drinks from in the death scene. He grimaces as he sets down the container, suddenly feeling contaminated.
“Water, but not coffee or something?”
Yugyeom shrugs again. “He said water. And also, water is free.”
“But not food coloring.”
“Ms. Park asked the culinary class for some. Wanna help me change out the water?”
Jisung looks around and sees that Changbin is scrolling through his phone, eyes glazed over, tuned out of what’s happening despite wearing a headset. “Sure. It’s not like I have anything better to do.”
Jisung and Yugyeom take the vial of poison and Juliet’s sleeping draught. Apparently, you used that as a water break as well. Though Yugyeom asked him to help, Jisung does nothing but observe. It’s not like he needs the aid either; all he has to do is dump the water in the bushes, refill from a water fountain, and stir in a few drops of food coloring. The sleeping potion is a midnight blue, while the poison is a murky green. Neither look particularly appetizing, and he wonders how anyone would be able to drink either without feeling sickened.
When they return to the stage, Jisung goes back to his usual spot and continues waiting. In the meantime, he resumes reading about monkshood. Apparently, their roots are especially toxic.
The show that night goes well. He doesn’t know the exact number of audience members, but when he peeked past the curtain before the show began, he saw that at least half the seats were filled. During the death scene, Jisung pays close attention. Hyunjin’s back faces him, so he doesn’t know if he actually did drink it. He does get a good look at you, and he sees you kiss Hyunjin squarely on the lips with no hesitation.
At the end of the night, he waits by the soundboard for all the audience members to leave before tech notes can begin. The main cast stays around, talking to people they know and taking pictures with them. You don’t get any flowers this time, but a random girl with adoring eyes gives Hyunjin yellow and pink roses. There’s not a hint of jealousy on your face, and Jisung feels strangely irked by that. Hyunjin accepts the flowers sheepishly and shyly introduces her to you, his co-star and girlfriend. The girl’s expression falls, and Jisung empathizes with her. He’s been there before.
Seungmin’s snapping pictures, and he takes one of Hyunjin holding the flowers. “A potential love triangle?”
“No way,” Ryujin replies. “Hyunjin’s head over heels for Y/N.”
“Y/N’s Juliet, right?” Jeongin asks. Ryujin opens her mouth, but he cuts her off. “Right. She is.”
Felix chimes in, “Minho said that Hyunjin’s totally in love with her. They are cute together.”
The old Jisung would be outraged by those statements from his friends, but the new Jisung agrees with those remarks. Even he has to admit that the two of you make a pretty picture together. You and Hyunjin perfectly deserve to be with each other for the rest of your lives.
“Who’s Minho?” Jeongin expectedly asks.
“Mercutio,” Felix answers. “The other guy in the dance off yesterday.”
The gossip dies down when they notice you and Hyunjin heading over with your mics. Chan strikes up a discussion about the cast and crew dinner after the last show next week, and everyone immediately gets excited. Chan takes the mic packs from you two, and Hyunjin sticks around for a bit. He murmurs something to you, and you nod before leaving. Jisung doesn’t miss the nervous look in his direction, like you’re trying to work up the nerve to approach him. Jisung snaps his stare away.
“It’s at District 9 this time,” Jisung says, taking care to not include him. Hyunjin could have you, but he’s not going to let you take away his friends, too.
Chan groans. “Again? Their food sucks.”
“What’s at District 9?” Hyunjin says.
“Oh, right. I keep forgetting you’re new since you’re the lead. The cast and crew dinner. We all go to a restaurant and eat together after the final show,” Felix explains. “We usually go to District 9. Their food’s okay.”
“Their food sucks,” Chan echos.
“It’s not that bad,” Jisung counters. “You ate everything on your plate last time.”
“Because I was hungry! And because Jeongin ate my snack!”
“You let me have it!”
A side conversation starts up, and Hyunjin stands awkwardly at the side, not understanding the references and inside jokes. It’s petty, but Jisung wants Hyunjin to hurt as much as possible before next week when he won’t ever have the opportunity again. Mr. Gi finally finishes chatting with a colleague of his and starts tech notes. Hyunjin looks relieved to have an excuse to leave.
Notes are short, given that it’s a Sunday night and that they did well overall. They’re reminded that they have two more shows next weekend before they’re dismissed for the night. Jisung, feeling drained by all that’s happened, silently cheers before walking out to his car through the main doors.
Under the yellow streetlights, he sees you hold hands with Hyunjin as you make your way to his car. Hyunjin laughs at something you say and tucks one of the pink flowers from his fangirl into your hair so tenderly, Jisung has to look away.
Hyunjin is so in love with you, and you with him. It sickens Jisung to his core, but he has a remedy for this illness.
September 20, 2020: King Felipe attended the event celebrating the centennary of the founding of the Spanish Legion at the Álvarez de Sotomayor Base in Viator, Almeria.
Don Felipe, Honorary President of the Centennial Commission of the Spanish Legion, chaired the main commemorative event of the Centennial of the founding of the Legion, created by His Majesty King Alfonso XIII, with the signing of the Royal Decree of Foundation of the Third Party of Foreigners, on January 28, 1920 at the Álvarez de Sotomayor Base in the Almeria town of Viator. He was accompanied by the Minister of Defense, Margarita Robles and the Chief of the Army Staff, Army General, Francisco Javier Varela Salas.
Upon his arrival at the Base, Don Felipe received Ordinance Honors with salvoes. He then reviewed a Company of Honors and after greetings to the military authorities and the members of the Superior Council of the Army, he went to the Royal Tribune from where he presided over the event.
During the celebration, a historical review on the Legion was read, and an act of homage to those who gave their lives for Spain was performed, where “el novio de la muerte” (death's boyfriend), the "Canción del Legionario" (Song of the Legionary) was performed and the "Legionary Creed" was read. Finally, a parade of foot and motorized units took place.
After the event, he unveiled a Commemorative plaque and was photographed with a representation of the Unit's staff.
On January 28, 1920, His Majesty King Alfonso XIII signed the Royal Decree creating the Tercio de Extranjeros. Lieutenant Colonel Millan-Astray was his soul. And on September 20 of that same year the first legionary enlisted, beginning a selfless trajectory of service to Spain.
The Legion is an elite military force within the Land Force of the Army. It currently consists of the "Great Captain", 1st of the Legion, and "Duke of Alba", 2nd of the Legion, and the "King Alfonso XIII" II Brigade of the Legion, a BOP composed of his once by the thirds "Don Juan de Austria", 3rd of the Legion, and "Alejandro Farnesio", 4th of the Legion, plus other maneuvering and logistical support units. The brigade is part of the “Castillejos” Division, Light Forces until 2015, while the “Duque de Alba” and “Gran Capitán” Tercios belong to the general commands of Ceuta and Melilla respectively.
Herbstmarkt van 85 standdal. Ez a teszt a karácsonyi vásárra. Egyirányúsított utcák, soronként három biztonságis.
Ez az az időszak, amikor minden elképzelhető és elképzelhetetlen célra vehetsz a Marktplazon kefét. Szíjak, cipők, zoknik, konyhafelszerelés, füstölt szaibling, cirbolyafenyő-forgáccsal töltött vánkos, szilvalekváros lángos!
Talponállós fogyasztás nincs, mert a fertőtlenítést nem lehetne megoldani
Federweisser (vorglühen!)
Zwiebelkuchen
Küchla (jobb, mint amit Richard anyja valaha sütött Sulzbach-Rosenbergben)
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#lana del rey
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