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intergalacticfloralexplorers · 10 months

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Intergalactic Floral Explorers AU: The Full Story

-The rest of Event 1 and first intermission-

Event 1(cont.):

-After Brittany gathers some pikmin from the onion (which only contained blues, rocks ,and winged pikmin) she would encounter a bomb wall. The bomb wall blocks the section to where the ‘courage reactor’ was originally found, which is also where Olimar is. Olimar and Brit realize this, and at this point the ship contacts them. Olimar attempts to contact Louie and Brittany contacts Alph.

- Cut to Alph waking up on top of the snowman, having no memory of how the ship crashed. He finds the yellow onion and some yellow pikmin digging up bomb rocks. After calling them over, he walks in the direction where the Fiery Bulblax is and lo and behold, Charlie is being attacked by it. A yellow pikmin (Rigol) saves him by throwing a bomb rock at the Bulblax. Charlie was over there because he was retrieving Alph’s koppad (C’s broke during the crash) and after getting it back, A and C retrieve the call from Brittany.

- A and C are on their way to their location, Brit tells Oli and the ship the good news (Oli was unable to contact Louie) and so they opt to wait. The ship is making minor repairs to the Drake at this same time too. But then the Smoky Progg appears behind a distracted Olimar, killing 2 red pikmin. Olimar flees holding the last remaining red pikmin, Brit comms Alph and Charlie to hurry!

- The Progg corners Olimar, and Oli braces himself for a fight, but then Louie comes seemingly out of nowhere and strikes one of its eyes with his butcher knife.

-The Progg flees, O and L stare at each other awkwardly for a moment before Olimar begins to express his relief, for Louie is ok, and also concern, for Louie’s nose is bleeding. Lou tells him he’s fine, and the nosebleed was from the crash and that it's nothing.

- Distant explosions are heard, A B and C have destroyed the wall. O and L reunite with the koppaites just before dusk, and they head back into the Drake, ending the day.

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An “Intermission” period would occur to answer asks, explore characters and areas, introduce the leading piks, Blue returns to our universe, etc. y'know, a little break before the story continues :]

#floral au #…hi #been a bit huh?#Pikmin 4 releases soon…so I’ve decided this askblog will discontinue #and will instead become a side log for the Floral AU!#I will be writing out to the best of my ability what I had planned with the askblog #The next event will be published around august #and character profiles will be published shortly after this post!#My sincere apologies for being unable to continue the askblog #If you have any questions comments or concerns please don’t be afraid to ask me!#To those who supported this blog ever since the beginning…thank you. thank you for everything<3 #I hope you look forward to reading the rest of the story🌼#story2

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byuneebuns · 6 years

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Fenced In (Part 3)

Chanyeol x Reader College Roommate AU

Rated: M for Smut

Tags: College AU, Slow Burn

Author’s Notes: I love suffering!!!!!!!! ! ! ! !

Fenced In Mini Masterlist

“It is far too early for anyone to be awake,” You grumbled under your breath as you poured what had to have been the hundredth vanilla latte of the morning. You couldn’t even fathom willingly waking up this early and then subjecting oneself to overpriced sugar water. You sat the cup down on the order counter and almost knocked it over when another hand brushed yours to pick it up and you visibly jumped.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t see you there,” You laughed to play off the awkward interaction while the boy just smiled at you in silence. He looked vaguely familiar but you couldn’t quite place it. He was average height with light brown hair that was sticking up oddly in some places, but his face was startlingly handsome. His eyes were perfect little almonds and his shapely mouth was set in a permanent pout. He had an overwhelming air of playfulness, like a puppy. He still hadn’t stopped staring and you felt your cheeks getting hot with the discomfort of being closely inspected. Was there something on your face…?

“I’m sorry, but don’t I know you from somewhere? You look very familiar.” His voice had almost a musical quality to it and was very pleasing to listen to, like you could just listen to him speak forever and never grow tired of it. He was probably an amazing singer. “Are you a student at the university by any chance?” He continued before you could answer.

“Yes, actually I am.” You replied with a smile, trying your best to regain your composure under the stranger’s intense gaze.

“I see,” He smirked, strengthening his grip on the to-go cup and lifting it fully from your grasp. You flushed again, unaware that you hadn’t let go of the cup yet.

“Maybe I’ll see you around then.” He said, winking.

You didn’t trust yourself to not sound like an idiot if you opened your mouth so you opted instead for a polite nod. You watched his retreating back and felt a strange prickling sensation down your spine when he glanced back at you and gave you a meaningful smirk as he exited. As he disappeared from view you pulled up your order log to check his name. “Byun Baekhyun….”

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You raised your arms high above your head and stretched, taking in as much fresh air into your lungs as you could. Freedom! No more ugly collared shirt or black apron, for today at least. You doused yourself with body spray once more as you slid out of the driver’s seat of your car, wishing fervently that you had time to go home and shower before class so you wouldn’t reek of coffee but the morning rush today had been intense and you weren’t able to leave as early as you normally did. Thankfully you always brought a change of clothes just in case, even if it meant smelling like a strange mixture of espresso and soft florals it was still better than going to school in your uniform. You hugged your cardigan tightly to your chest and bounded across the campus to seek shelter from the wind.

Your thoughts drifted to Chanyeol against your will as you navigated the hallways to your classroom. Even though you attended the same school you seldom saw each other since the core classes for your respective majors were taught on opposite sides of the campus. He was in International Relations and you were in English. You had, of course, seen him several times since the “incident” (as you had dubbed it) and everything had seemingly returned to normal, the only exception being that you were now hyper aware of his physical presence at all times and he seemed very intent on making it worse.

Just the day before you had been comfortably curled up on one end of the couch, dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, proof-reading something you were turning in today when he suddenly plopped down on to the cushion directly next to yours and spread his legs as wide as they would go, leaving one pressed flush up against yours.

He made direct eye contact as he leaned back into his seat, tv remote in hand, the perfect picture of comfort, and asked: “This isn’t bothering you, right?” You had merely meekly nodded in reply, praying to any God that would listen to please keep your face from betraying just how bothered you really felt while he aimlessly flipped through channels on the television. You proceeded to read the same sentence a dozen times because you felt like your leg was being electrocuted by his skin.

He restlessly bounced the same leg that was now conjoined to yours, causing a light friction between the two of you that ignited a small wildfire in your core. You breathed in deeply, trying to calm your shot nerves, willing yourself to behave, it was just your legs brushing together, when without warning he leaned in close, too close, to make eye contact with you and demand your attention for the second time.

“Are you feeling okay? Your face is red today and your breathing is heavy.”

You inhaled sharply, stomach doing summersaults at the close proximity, and leaned away from him, desperate to put some distance between you two before you lost consciousness. Your eyes swiveled back and forth endlessly, like a trapped animal, between his eyes peering intently into yours, his bare arm that had stretched out to lay across the top of the couch cushion you were occupying, and his shorts slowly riding up his golden thigh as he leaned closer.

“Y-yes! Thank you for asking. I’m great. Just a little tired I think. Maybe I’ll go take a nap.”

You shot straight up, almost knocking over your laptop in your haste. You fumbled to grab it before it clattered to the floor and all but sprinted to your bedroom.

If you hadn’t been in such a hurry to escape him you might have caught the dangerous, hungry smile that consumed his normally soft features.

He had also taken to somehow wearing even less around the house, not (yet) opting to go shirtless or full nude, but instead wearing wife beaters that exposed too much of his sinfully toned arms and basketball shorts that sat so low on his hips that you were no longer sure how they were managing to defy gravity. You couldn’t help but stare and he always stared right back when you did. You were disgusted with yourself and he was probably disgusted by you, imagine not even being able to comfortable in one’s own home without being stared at, but part of you couldn’t help but wonder if he knew exactly what he did to you and was perhaps an enormous sadist.

Chanyeol…a sadist….

Your brain conjured up the most sinful image of him, toned arms and all, brandishing a leather riding crop before it completely short-circuited, nearly ending your life right then and there when you walked square into the door frame for your classroom instead of through it. How was it even possible for your body to completely disregard the splitting pain in your head by instead focusing on the heat pooling in between your legs? You were obviously not mentally sound if this was your mind’s priority.

You heard a chuckle behind you and your head swiveled towards the source a little too quickly, making you dizzy and wobble on your feet, groping at the door frame for balance with your eyes squeezed shut.

“Maybe you should have made yourself some coffee before you left work, you seem a little out of it,” a familiar voice teased. You felt a hand brush back the hair on your forehead and stay there, trapping you against the door.

“You don’t seem to be running a fever, maybe my effect on you is just that strong,” the voice chuckled again. Your eyes flew open at that, blinking slowly a few times while your brain registered the form in front of you.

“Byun…Baekhyun?” You supplied stupidly, immediately regretting your body’s ability to create speech of any kind in the presence of others.

Baekhyun’s eyebrows disappeared behind his light fringe at the sound of his own name.

“You learned my name already? You don’t waste any time.”

“It was on your receipt,” You blurted out hastily, your cheeks now seemingly permanently stained red. You awkwardly gestured to allow him to enter the classroom since you had evidently been blocking the door after your blunder.

“I knew you looked familiar. I never forget a pretty girl’s face, although I have to admit that you look different with an apron on. Not necessarily in a bad way though.” He said casually as you followed him to his seat. You weren’t sure why you decided to sit next to him, he had probably had quite enough of you for one day but here you were. Every word that left him was laced with suggestion and double-entendre and it captivated you in a way you couldn’t explain, you were entranced. The sound of your name brought you crashing back to reality. “How did you know my name…?” “It was on your name tag,” Baekhyun rested his cheek on his hand, watching you with an unreadable expression on his face.

“I sincerely hope this is just an off-day for you, I can’t imagine anyone this perpetually distracted could have gotten this far in life without suffering some grievous injury.” He said, shaking his head in mock concern. Your face colored again and you felt a slight feeling of indignation at being made fun of by someone you didn’t know at all.

As if sensing you were becoming offended, Baekhyun laughed again, waving his hand to get your attention.

“Please don’t be mad at me! I just can’t help but want to get a rise out of a cute girl like you. I can tell you’ve had an exhausting morning, I was there, remember?” He pouted at you, his eyes sparkling with impishness.

“Forgive me? Pretty please?” He leaned towards you, extending a slender hand to you expectantly. He was clearly someone very used to getting his way.

You huffed in reply, unimpressed with his flirtations, folded your arms across your chest and very pointedly faced to the front of the classroom to pay attention to the lecture that had started without your noticing. Baekhyun chuckled again, his eyes lingering on you for a few moments longer before following your lead and playing the role of diligent student. You could still feel his eyes on you periodically and when you glanced back at him you were annoyed to find that the grin he’d been wearing since you walked into the door never left his lips.

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