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[elysiumxii]

@coldsnp liked for a starter ft cory & pryce 

“Oh-” Cory murmurs softly, cold spoon still against his tongue where he had been licking off the remnants of ice cream, before he had caught sight of Pryce lift something and now he was stood in the doorway, frozen on the spot, wide, round hazel eyes still transfixed on the curl of his bicep. 

“Could you... do that again?” He asks, gaze now completely glazed as he nudges his head towards him, wanting to see more of... that. No matter how many fan cams he watched, even seeing Pryce’s band in concert himself, from the front row, even seeing the man naked, he still managed to catch him off guard by doing things that were so... so, hot. 

Sticking out his tongue again he licks at the spoon, still not dragging his eyes away from the other man’s body, as he stands in the doorway to his bedroom, in one of Pryce’s t-shirts that, though the other was taller and broader than him, still clung a little to the squish of love handles on his hips. The ice cream might have something to do with that...

[furubazdc]

starter for : @coldsnp​ ( or @forever-yng whichever you wanna reply with ) thank you for reblogging the promo!

This was definitely the weirdest job he had ever been contracted to do. Han Gyeol never had to sign an NDA before doing a job - and as far as he knew this would be a constant thing, only being called around when needed - he didn’t mind though, money was money. Raising a hand to knock on the door, he waited patiently until someone answered, holding up the bag as it was opened. “Hey, uh, I’m the new handyman? I heard you guys needed me for something?”

[seoulxsinners]

@coldsnp​

yunho ran right in to the person in front of him.  “Sorry sorry I didn’t meant to”  he said quickly he bowed slightly and looked down at the music sheets he dropped leaning down to pick them up he apologized again. 

[griievancess]

@coldsnp​ liked for a starter.

“ are you going to buy me something to eat or what? i kept you company most of the day. i expect to be fed. “

[unavernales]

@coldsnp​

mc’ing wasn’t alena’s absolute favorite thing to do. scripts were usually stilted and unnatural. while their fellow mc was friendly more often than not, it felt odd to fabricate some sort of chemistry. the nymph did enjoy watching the performances. nym had never seen this group perform live before. it made enis nose twitch, catching a whiff of something... not human. it was only from a specific member, though, and alena couldn’t quite decipher it from where they were. 

after the show, alena managed to slip away from their manager to stop by all the dressing rooms to congratulate everyone on a job well done. they did this as much as they were allowed to, but this time they were on a message. once they reached OTE’s dressing room, they knocked before peeking inside. “hello? you all did a wonderful job tonight--” then the smell becomes discernible. nym turns to the member they suspect to be the source of it. “may i speak to you in private?”

[elysiumxii]

Coffee Errors | cont from here w/ @coldsnp​ ft Cory & Pryce ❤    

Hearing the deeper voice from behind him, Cory jumps a little in surprise, and arm flailing, in his effort to hide the fact he had been pressing a clicker pen into his forehead - though the red circle from it’s end pressed into his forehead rather gave that away. Hitting one of the more empty syrup bottles, he nearly sends it flying but for a small yell and a frantic grab has it saved, pressed to his chest as he looks around, eyes wide and bewildered. “A-Americano!” He affirms, pitch off and a little too high, as he nods. Why he was surprised he’d been heard, a mystery - he hadn’t exactly stepped far away to panic.  

Now he has to make it, and make it good. Setting the bottle down, the blonde shoves his pen and pad down into his apron before grabbing the portafilter to start packing it with grounds. He could kill his friend for this, it was all her fault, making him cover her shift. Now he’s stuck looking like an idiot in front of someone far too beautiful. 

“Erm... erm just a minute!” He calls back, now trying to do too many things at once - open the ice draw, grab a mixing cup, slot the portafilter back into the coffee machine and remember... was it caramel or vanilla?

[opyre-a]

sea - salt waves crash 'gainst hideaway's formation , and he sighs into the air , thick with humidity . the clouds are forging something dark , gray , and forboding ; a storm draws ever nearer . wrapping his fingers against the wooden fencing of clive's balcony , he speaks like he's talking to no one , but he knows his dearest friend stands just beside him , ❛ it's been some time since i've felt the rain on my skin . what say you , jill ? i may just stand here awhile . though , i understand if you'd rather see yourself beneath a ceiling . ❜ and he pauses before giving a half - hearted chuckle , ❛ pray , however , do not speak of this to my brother . ❜ he'd have his inferno of concern to deal with . he simply misses the grounding touch of nature , to reassure him that he is , indeed , alive . he'll be careful to ensure he does not get sick this time .

. . . @coldsnp .

[elysiumxii]

The Valentine for Cory has been a real joy to put together. The basket was filled with the delivery the boy's favorite snacks. He'd taken note of which ones Cory always seemed to gravitate towards. There was also the entire collection of Stargirls' albums, and a complete set of photocards of his bias. Pryce had even gotten the girls to record a special message with him for his other half.

"Mama, I'm home-" Cory calls out as he walks in, pulling off his helmet and messily kicking off his trainers by the door. The day had been grueling, cold and windy and his butt is a little sore from cycling for hours. In fact, what he really wants is a nice bar of- "candies!" The blonde gasps as he steps in and sees the basket set out on the kitchen counter, full to the brim with delicious candy treats and his favourite salty snacks.

Quickly he dives in, pulling them out, gleeful at the endless supply of all the things he loves, before he draws in a deep gasp as he finds the albums behind the chips and sees the flourish of pen, showing they were signed. "No way-" he breaths, drawing out the photo-card of his favourite member, an absolute goddess, and sees the little love hearts by her name.

"Mama! Look! Look!" He's quickly calling out as he runs off towards her room, socked feet going thump thump on the wood flooring as he goes. They both have the same bias...