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Labmas AU - Unintended Consequences

Chapter 17 - Retribution/Renewal: Notes

It's best to read the story first before reading these as there's definitely going to be spoilers.

Nobori isn't haunted by the spirits of the people he kills. He burns them. This doesn't destroy them, but it forces them to 'move on.' (I realize this is different than what the Pokedex entries say, but Nobori has learned to go a step further than just making the spirits lost.) The random ones he encounters don't affect him enough to do anything about. He has learned to block them out when he doesn't want to interact with them, like changing the frequency of a radio. But with Kudari's spirit, he can't bring himself to block him out or force him to move on. He lets him stay as long as he likes, and speaks with him as if he were still alive. Nobori already knew Colress was an asshole to Kudari, but was never told about all the things that happened when he wasn't around. Yet again, this is from something I believe I read before: that abusers wait until they are alone with their victims to truly hurt them. Other people might hear a little of the abuse, or have an idea, but they don't get a front row seat, for obvious reasons. Now that Kudari is dead, he's finally divulging all the things he kept from Nobori over the years.

Alvis mentions getting the Pokemon to be a punishment, by that he means because it's not something that correlates to his area of study. Most of the assistants, barring Reader, are training to become researchers someday. So because he forgot something when setting up the other day, he thinks Frank is making him do the 'easy' work, instead of something more in-depth, and relating to the actual experiment. Frank didn't actually intend for it to be a punishment, he just doesn't want to deal with any mistakes.

When Colress calls Reader in the morning, he sends them to go help Frank to get them out of their room so he can search it. He was planning to just calmly fire Reader and keep them at headquarters, but discovering Kudari's badge is gone causes him to lose it. He did something similar to Nobori. He sent him on a mission to check his room, but it also served to let Colress be alone with Reader.

I want the dorms to have different types. The nicer ones, like the one that Reader is in, are basically like small apartments. They have a tiny kitchen, bathroom, shower, washing machine, dryer, etc. Reader gets a nice room because of their "deal" with Colress in the first chapter, giving him their house. Other grunts that are established and held in high regard within TP may get one of these rooms as well, but the cost is deducted out of their paycheck. The less expensive rooms are more like typical dorms, some of them housing multiple grunts.

Nobori talks to Colress after he meets Reader in their room, which is why Colress knows he's returned from his latest mission.

Colress has kept Kudari's name badge for years, and looks at it occasionally when he is alone and feeling nostalgic. These instances would have increased after Kudari's death. Nobori didn't realize how important it was to him, just that it was his property, and if he saw it missing, would know Nobori was being insubordinate by taking it.

Nobori placed the package to Reader in the outgoing mail pile for Team Plasma headquarters. Nobody that works in the office is going to tell the tall, scary guy, 'no.' Most grunts may not know who he is, or what his exact function is within Team Plasma, but it's common knowledge he works with Colress at the laboratory.

I realize this ending has gone off the rails, and no, it isn't an April Fools joke. While writing, it felt like the best way for things to go. I guess this negates the 'no happy ending tag,' but that was more for the hybrids than Reader, so it still stands in a way.

So that's it for the story! I still have more to say on it, but I will put that in a separate work for anyone that's interested. Thank you to everyone that made it this far, and even more so to the people that have endured my autistic notes! As much as I have enjoyed writing it, I'm glad it's done. I started it sometime in August 2023, and posted some chapters on Tumblr before I got my AO3 account. It feels nice to finish it, and I can definitely see the improvement in my writing when I go back and reread the first few chapters, though I'm positive there are plenty of mistakes I have missed throughout the whole thing. As my first work of fiction, I'm proud of how it turned out. Any questions or comments are appreciated. I've said it before, but it bears repeating, if I haven't explained something adequately, feel free to let me know. Sometimes It looks good to me but I don't realize it's hard for other people to understand what I'm trying to convey. But, once again, thank you for reading!

#labmas au #hybrid au #colress #nobori #kudari #submas au

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slut-mp4 · 3 years

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April Fools - Park Jimin

summary: jimin writes a letter after receiving a call from his ex telling him that he loves him, on April Fool's Day.

words: 1.9k

this one shot is also posted on my wattpad account, however, the original is in Spanish. I don't speak English fluently, so this may have some mistakes; my intention with this is to try to learn a little and entertain you.

April Fool's Day.

The sunset glowed darkly, the sun descending in a zigzag cusp with the buildings blocking it from me. Naturally, everything always ended up leaving me, although this time it was metaphorical. So I looked at the clock, listening louder to its hands moving until it struck six in the evening than to the laughter of the people passing by on the sidewalk and their voices saying things I didn't understand the tone in an invisible bustle, but could imagine; people making jokes, telling anecdotes or just talking among friends.

I wonder at what point in my life I will have one of those, because they all eventually left too, and they lasted less than the sunset fading into the sky like a river of warm colors.

Do you remember that day? When we also faded into each other. When we were the ones who ran in the streets laughing without caring about people, when we were the ones who stopped on the sidewalks and just talked non-stop. Do you remember what we were? We were here, on the terrace of my room, watching the stars jealous of the beautiful way you could shine even brighter than them without trying. Do you remember how it felt? I couldn't forget.

Yet I'm just a fool who has ruined everything, because I can't be a normal person. I made you go. I made you walk away from me. And now I'm here, pretending you can hear me, but you don't. And even if you could, you shouldn't. I ruined what we had because I can't live up to expectations. Funny, even though I know it was my fault you left, I'm still here thinking about you like we had a chance.

You deserve better. Something so much better than me.

Who am I, really? Why would you have been with me in the first place?

The sound of a call on my phone suddenly rang out, too, though at that moment it too could sound even quieter than the noise of the street. It was strange. For a second something burst in my chest; I didn't usually get calls, or messages, though maybe it could have been my mother asking me if I've done the dishes yet.

—Hello, Jimin? —then I heard your voice.

I hadn't heard you for so long. About a month or two, which were a torture that you took it upon yourself to make more painful. Because that's what you were doing at the time, listening on the other end of the line the way you were collecting yourself around my agony and loneliness, and you were there asking how I slept yesterday, waving as if I deserved to hear from you again after letting you down before and letting out that shaky sigh that made my skin bristle.

It hurts. You used to make the pain go away, then you started to provoke it.

I had to hang up on you, because my heart couldn't take so much after hearing you speak before my chest hurt and my eyes burned. I can't lie to you, I miss you, like I have since day one, but I couldn't help it, you will always be the most precious thing I will have ever had even for a few moments of this life.

You called me again and again. Again and again. Over and over again. I didn't understand. You did it on purpose, didn't you? You knew I was going to come down?

—Don't play games with me like that —I cried once I answered the call. I tried not to let my voice break, but my mind was my worst enemy, reminding me of the good times we had, how good you made me feel. Damn. Yeah, it's so fucking weird being alone now, but I don't know if you know about it.

—Jimin... —Oh, your shaky whisper, it sounded even frighteningly beautiful. I want to believe I know how you feel: so do I, however, I also believed that one day you loved me, and it was you who ended it.

—It was so good —I lied. If I heard a little more of your voice calling my name I was going to cry yours until it was just ashy moans of my love for you. Why are you looking for me now? Why do you want to hurt me?

—You are a good person Jimin —you said. Sometimes we just have to understand that some people don't deserve us.

I wondered for a moment what you were referring to, but it was more than obvious, of course. Even if I wanted to deny it at times, it was impossible not to know that the only reason I could no longer breathe peace in these gray walls or in the cool air after a warm sunset was because I didn't deserve it. I could never deserve it.

—Please stop —My voice came out to you, like the cry of clouds shining among soft invisible stars within a sky the color of the sea where I could drown; I wonder if you would know the way my heart was pounding when your breath hit the microphone. Why are you calling? Why are you still here?

Your soft laughter shuddered down the avenue. It was so convenient; that's how you are. The streets lit up, though nothing shone like you, and for a second I could hear myself crying in the darkness of my balcony empty of you and happiness, even above the bustle of freedom outside that naturally gave me a headache.

—I'm not still here, Jimin.

And yet, it felt like you were lying. Your hands kept caressing my shoulders and your scentless breath would sneak between my ears, then you'd smile over me to love me as if I deserved it. We remember those nights here locked in bubbles empty of realities, and we felt ourselves vibrating on speakers as if we were bliss. We remembered the way we connected, and then forgot what it was really like.

I could, for a second, hear again your "I love you's" floating in me like cold butterflies, yet it doesn't feel the same way real love could. Of all the words we said so much to each other, the only ones that were real were always mine.

But it was okay; I get what I deserve, and real love with you couldn't be further from reality.

—I know —I closed my eyes, feeling the beauty of the night as if it could protect me, but in reality it did not. Of all the promises we made, not one has been kept. I also know.

—Jimin, I love you.

—D-do I? —I muttered.

I would never have questioned before whether you loved me or not, yet now that I've realized I'm not worthy of love, now that you've gone away from me, I couldn't believe you even if I wanted to.

Why, what have I done wrong? I don't know. The only thing I am sure of is that I do love you, but I could never again allow you to falsely return it.

I love you, so even if you could truly love someone like me in some lifetime, I would not let you..... You said it yourself, why should we stay with people we know we don't deserve? For better, or for worse.

—Yes. I love you.

—Then why did you leave? —I whisper. The hum of pain crushing my chest you could hear on the other end of the line, surely.

I wanted to tell you what I thought of your love,

And you kept talking. You did. I wanted to tell you, "Hey, stop, please, you have to stop talking because I'm falling in love with you all over again," but I couldn't, the lump in my throat grew stronger and the breeze made me feel cold. I had to set boundaries, because I was falling again.

That was what you wanted.

It was always what you wanted.

—It was you who ended it, so why are you calling me?

Still, you spoke as a whole. I heard your words, the worried way you listened in my ear like a melody of pain. I don't understand what you want. Acting innocent, you just make me sick, though I'm not entirely sure about that. Because, the more I listen to you over and over again as if you might feel something towards me, the more I feel deluded. Could you really love me, why would you be bothering me again.

—You can't stay in the past —you said. Your voice suddenly sounded so hoarse. The leaves on the trees rustled loudly as an icy breeze blew through, they clattered against each other. I think a night storm was coming. I suddenly wondered how similar you and a storm could be, they can both appear at any time and destroy whatever they want, can't they?

I don't know at what point we got to that point in the conversation when you said again:

—I love you, I love you. Forgive me, please.

I wanted to tell you to stop, to stop, but I couldn't. I didn't want your voice to come back. I didn't want your voice to disappear again because it makes me feel livid, floating in the world with loving agony. Honestly, I didn't care how much pain you were capable of causing me, because, I wasn't like that, but you're still inside my heart and I've become a fool.

I am a fool.

—You make me lose my mind, why do you want to see me now? —I asked, when I heard you say an address and remind me of the moments in it. This is strange, I should be alone again. You are better off like this, without me, why now?

—Because I've thought it all over, I'm so sorry, really, come back to me.

My heart shook inside me. It was you who ended it, but now you want to come back. It's okay, you have control over me in anything, you rise above me and it doesn't matter. It really doesn't. I'm used to that. Besides, deep down, I'm nothing without you.

—Why do you want this? I don't deserve you, I don't... you deserve better than me, you shouldn't come back to me.

—I know.

I had to hang up on you. Your voice was still ringing in my ear and I couldn't stop my world from spinning. I thought of the sweet smell of your skin, the silkiness of your hair, your eyes looking at me and your lips on mine again. I missed you so much, and even though I didn't want you to have to live with the burden of being next to me when I was barely capable of deserving you any less than you do, I had to dial your number again.

—Yes, okay, I love you, I love you with all my life. Please, yes, please, please, it doesn't matter, I'm going to give you even my little self-love to deserve you, I promise.

Then, I heard your soft laughter like a calm wave on the ocean. I wish I hadn't minded, but actually, I did, what was so funny?

—Oh, that was harder than I thought, you ask a lot of questions, but congratulations, I thought you were only going to last a few minutes and we've been here talking for an hour now.

In the background, I thought more people were passing by on the street because I heard more laughter altogether, but actually, it was coming from my phone.

—Happy April Fool's Day!

April Fool's Day.

I remember that day, but it was no longer as happy as when we made jokes together, but passionately sad when I sobbed.

I'm a fool, because I still sighed feeling sweet to hear you laugh. It doesn't matter, it really doesn't matter.

—I love you... happy day to you.

—Happy April Fool's Day —you seemed to want to correct me.

—No, happy day still.

#bts fanfic #bts jimin #jimin #park jimin #april fools #firtspost #bts x reader #bts army #bangtan #bts the best

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