#cort

[aless1a6]

𝑩-𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒚!⋆✴︎˚｡⋆🎂 ༘⋆

synopsis: you surprise your boyfriend for his birthday

a/n: a little late but...better late than never am i right!!😪 I hope yall fw this and also tell me if my writing is bad also ofc request are open and stuff. Library is done and it will be pinned when I have more fics ready💗

fluffy-🍥 w.c 1.3 James x reader

James' birthday was right around the corner and what you thought was a beautiful gift idea,making him a basket with all of the stuff he had mentioned. One time while you were out,just at a corner shop,he pointed to a snack and said "Yoo that's my favorite!" smiling ear to ear, he got it instantly. Snack secured!

When you guys were out eating he said pointing to his food,humming from how good it was,saying "This hitsss alll the spots! Mm...it's so unhealthy, but I don't care right now" taking another bite. Food secured!

After a night out you stopped and got dessert.The chocolate on the corner of your lips was brushed off by him,giving it a taste."Hey! you already finished yours!" you said while smiling,nudging his shoulder slightly. "I mean it's good right? it just has the perfect sweetness...ughh I wish I could eat it every day" he replied,looking down disappointed."If you eat this everyday day you will get sick of it eventually, I mean I would for sure". Dessert secured!

Sitting on the couch with your legs laid on his lap, scrolling on your phone, he randomly says "My socks all get lost or ripped, I don't know how or why but I need like 6 pairs at least...like right now" at that you giggled and agreed because,honestly this is a universal problem. "I mean if you didn't dance every practice like there is now tomorrow,I think they would last more". Socks secured!

Just laying in his bed,playing on the nintendo switch you brought, he comes into the room to get something from the nightstand and says "I think I need more hats but thats just me,maybe" before he left the room you gave him a glance that was amused by his words but lets be for real now "Yes babe your one hundred something cap collection is so little"you replied laughing, before continuing playing your game. 2 Caps secured!

Let's throw in a little confetti and more stuff, bam! the basket was done,it looked so good. Black and silver lining the box and the items inside only complemented the color contrast more,also the silver,black and silver confetti-filled balloons waiting to be placed all around his room it was going to look amazing!

You spoke with Martin to let you know when James was out,so you could come over and start arranging the room,now you find yourself at the front door Martin greeted you "Wasupp! Woah.." seeing all the bags and stuff in your hands,he remained shocked after a few seconds helping you to get them to his room. "Girl how much stuff do you need?...all this for James...like James James...yeah,no bruh" you scoff at him finally getting all the bags and the basket on your boyfriend's bed. "Martin please...don't piss me off right now gang, save your breath for the balloons" you said looking at him with a smile on your face seeing his reaction at what you just said "Nahh this" he says while gesturing towards all the stuff on the bed "this. is BEYOND me bro...why did I agree to this?..." dragging his hand on half of his face. "Because you are a good friend and you care about James, you know we are your favorite parents!" you said while you began to unpack.

After ripping plastic and paper bags,filling balloons one after another feeling like you were going to pass out,at some point even Seonghyeon joined,but eventually gave up,you were finally done. Beautiful balloons almost covered the ceiling black,silver,with confetti and white strings pulling them down.Big '2' and '0' balloons sitting on the bed,against the head cover, with the black basket filled to the brim standing in front of them, all that was left to do was to place the little candle in the dessert and wait.

When you heard the soft click of the door, you lit up the candle and sat up from the bed ready for him to enter the room. Muffled voices were heard from outside the room,but your heartbeat covered all of them,because when James entered the room and his face lit up it felt like a lifetime his soft smile appeared and his dimples started showing more and more. The whole apartment sang him happy birthday and it felt like a movie. When Martin yelled for him to make a wish, James just hooked an arm around your shoulders before turning his face to say "I've got everything I already could wish for" blowing the candle,then kissing you. Of course all of the boys scrunched up their faces,groaning and whining at how disgusting it is,but in the moment,it didn't matter because you were with the people you knew you could trust always. "Alright guys out of the room please!" you say while waving them away with your hands, again with the groans and disappointed sighs. "Should I sign 'Versace on the floor' for you guys?" Martin joked while giggling also making the others laugh,and you to roll your eyes at his comment.

Closing the door returning to James who was still watching you all this time,you came back and jumped at him putting your hands around his shoulders bringing him close,his hands locking around your waist as he pulled you into a deeper kiss this time. "I can't believe you are 20 unc" you joked, a hand flew to his heart,acting like you hurt him "And here I was about to say something nice" and you laughed at him,while peeling away from each other,saying "okay baby open your present!".

You both take a seat on the bed,you sat crisscrossed while he sat at the edge of the bed with the box close to his side facing you.While he opened up he was really happy,especially about the food,but at the bottom of the basket something was waiting for him that you put all your thoughts and poured your heart out into,a little piece of paper folded neatly with a black ribbon on it. As he took it into his hands,before he opened it just peaked a glance at you dumbfounded,opening it he found you writing,straight and with a lot of paragraphs,which meant no good."Y/n. I'm not reading this, are you setting me up? you want to see me cry so bad don't you..." at that you grinned and giggled a bit before responding "Come onnn...you are going to love it!". Of course he obeyed, starting to run his eyes over every word feeling his heart thug at every sentence,your loving words just making him more emotional. Reaching the end of your letter,when he finally blinked,two tears from his eyes poured down his cheeks,immediately coming close to him moving the basket out of the way. "Baby come onnn! it was not that emotional stop..."you said while brushing his tears away. "I don't know this might be the nicest thing someone has ever done and said to me" him leaning into your touch. "James...it was nothing,some things that you mentioned here and there,I just bought them for you" he looked at you pulling himself together "Yeah but you remembered"he said softly before pulling you into a hug. "Food is getting colder babe let's eat, we can talk more while..." you say,squealing with excitement,as you pull the take-out boxes out and hand it to him "we eat!!" at that he just grins softly at you.

Weeks after his birthday, Juhoon comes into their shared bedroom and asks if James has some socks to spare,while actively looking through his drawer. "What about these ones?" "No,not those!" James answers quicker than he should have and because of that he earns himself a weird look from his roommate "Whatever bro you have like 6 pairs anyway, let me ask Martin. Martin!" Juhoon says while leaving the room yelling for his other friend,but what he didn't know was that those were the pair you got him for his birthday and were only for special occasions.

[gurgurvi]

Cort

[losthavenmine]

The Quick and the Dead (1995)

[re-colligere]

Maybe they still need to workshop how to call their evil genius temporary boss, don'tcha think...

[crashinglionies]

So hype to have found someone who shares the hc Rumi plays fingerstyle, and I've been thinking about how huge her guitar collection must be for weeks honestly so you saying acoustasonic had me going feral <3

yesss omg fingerstyle rumi truther... i think she would fall in love with it after seeing jung sungha cover a sunlight sisters song + when she loses her voice around golden, that's what she spends a lot of time doing to destress

(mira & zoey absolutely have fallen asleep to the sound of rumi playing before. and rumi absolutely directs her workaholism into crazy technical pieces like polyphia especially post-canon when rumi feels guilty for over-scheduling the group previously and schedules more hiatuses)

idk if you've seen it but i wrote a whole post with receipts on why i think she plays an acoustasonic. now you have me thinking about other guitars she would have in her collection...

off the top of my head i would say tim henson ibanez signature, because it's gorgeous but also a nylon-string electric (can produce a different tone). i don't have one but i would guess that you could play dictator on it?

she would play an acoustic taylor bc huntr/x are loaded and own a penthouse, she can definitely afford it. maybe a cort travel guitar too because it's solid enough for performances but also easy to lug around for schedules or travel. also, cort is a south korean brand so maybe they would link up for some type of sponsorship or signature line. also also jung sungha's custom lakewood

electric-wise i think she would play a fender... maybe i'm biased because i like fender. but it is lighter than a lot of electrics, trusted as a brand and solid enough. plus south korea and japan are close, i could see her taking a day or two out of a japanese fansign or festival schedule to hunt for vintage MIJ models

maybe one classical/flamenco guitar from spain?

extra angst is either the concept of celine teaching her the guitar and that being one of their non-demon-hunting bonding activities, OR that miyeong played the guitar and rumi was just drawn to it subconsciously. like imagine if one of the guitars rumi has was originally her mother's... rumi almost never takes it out of the penthouse except for sunlight sister tributes or extremely special events

[wildsaltair]

need to have sex with this man in ways that haven’t even been invented yet

[streets-in-paradise]

A Glimpse of Heaven - Cort x (Fem)Reader

Warnings: mentions of drinking, cursing, breakup angst (followed by comfort)

For my dear bestie @wildsaltair, with all my love and support in her recovery from breakup.

Patient and observant, the preacher awaited for the next phase of his martyrdom facing his state of total demise. As the laughing stock of the town, nobody really paid him as much attention as he did to all of them. He had already learned enough of the pains an ills from the people who despised him, but foremost, he had obssesively learned about you. The cute, smiling girl always sparing a sweet glance towards him before returning to the contestant she followed. A man Cort was sure didn't deserve you, but it didn't matter because your love towards him was too evident. That alone should have been a better reason to brag than his shooting skills, since he was not as good as the admiration your feelings induced must have made you believe. What could you possibly know? Those delicate hands have never held a gun, only caressed softly the face of that jerk with each win.

After making it far enough to believe himself above who he once was, he finally dumped you in front of everyone. Tied up at the entrance of the canteen, Cort watched powerlessly as you suffered through the heartbreak and humilliation knowing he would have jumped in your defense if he could. He had made a vow, he gave up on violence, but if he would have been in free capacity for it he would have wished to beat the shit out of the ungrateful man.

Right before storming out of his sight, you looked at him one last time and seeing the joy he had got so used to find in you leave broke him. His silent mercy didn't calm your tears, but there was a quiet understandment of shared misery between you during that brief instant. Even at your lowest, you were still beautiful, and he dared to consider if your shy signals towards him could be pointing towards a similar reasoning. Curious about him, not interested, because you only had eyes for the bastard that had just broken your heart.

The worst was yet to come, because after a good long while of not knowing what happened to you due to the disruption of the routine he had came to memorize, he found you about to rush inside once more. You were a broken mess, your hurry a sign of shame as you probably intended to walk in and drink your misery away without being questioned.

His desperate calls to stop you had no effect, and in an intempestive act product of the urgency, he clumsily grabbed the skirt of your dress with his tied hands hoping you would at least look down at him.

" This ain't your godamn business, preacher! Let me be!!! "

Your harshness didn't disencourage him as much as it should, mostly because he was already used to being mistreated.

" Miss, please! You don't have to do this, ... I know it feels a tempting solution, but it's not a real one. "

The good advice that you perceived as church gibberish feel on deaf ears as your wrongly targeted anger escalated.

" It helps you forget, ... and that's all I need now."

His pleading eyes looking up at you from the ground hoped for the miracle that would soften you again as the helpless man spoke from the heart.

" And you will forget, ... for a very quick while. But then you will be a lonely woman drinking her pain and money away among the worst men in town. Alone and drunk enough for bastards even worse than him to notice."

A sudden break of fear interrupted your dismissal of him, to what he advanced with even greater softness.

"Choose wisely ... Do you want to pile up more regret? "

The first act of genuine care towards you broke down the facade of strenght you were pulling out for the rest of the world to see. In the slight change of your semblance he found the sense of your real self and you opened up to him realizing that you had no choice.

" I have nothing to live for, he took everything! I don't even know what I am going to do on my own in this shithole ... He was my first love! I believed in him when nobody else did, and now that he is someone he thinks I am not enough for him."

Tears started to flow, but his inviting smile tried to act against it.

" You still have your honor! And we will try to guard it, shall we? "

The irony made you chuckle, and realizing that you were being comforted by the most disgraced man in the whole town didn't help as much as he thought.

" You can't even help yourself."

Far from giving up once he had conquered some of your trust, Cort admitted his blame with an innocent glance.

" But I can help you, ... If you let me. "

The harshness briefly returned in the form of skepticism, and you were fair to have some doubts about the unusual proposal.

"Unless you are offering to kill him, I am not interested. If I wanted a confession, I would ... "

Cort tried to raise up, but the chains made it insanely difficult and in this frustration he found the needed spirit to be more direct than he needed.

"I'm talking as a man, not a priest. A man who has seen enough, who is going through Hell and has found a glimpse of Heaven in your pretty eyes."

Against the instinctive guesses of his helplessness it turned out you weren't shying away from his confession. Kneeling to reach him in the ground, you studied his face with care searching for traces of deception.

" You are a real smooth talker, ... I've deal enough with that."

In a vain attempt to emphasize his point, Cort bit and licked his dry lips

" I will look after you, even in chains." He insisted in a soft whisper that lowered in volume as he spoke. " Bet on me the money you were going to waste drinking in his name, you will make enough to pay for a room."

You were even more confused than before, but you weren't precisely in the place to complain.

" Let me understand this: you don't want to fight for yourself, but you would if you know it helps me? "

He nodded affirmatively with an imperceptible movement and the strands of hair then falling at the side of his face gave him an unusual appeal to your eyes.

" I'm trying to fix all the wrongs in my life, but you were wronged and i can't bear it … I can't bear this sight either. You are more beautiful from up close than you appeared to me in the crowd. "

For the first time since the breakup you giggled sweetly and genuinely. The small bit of joy he got from you was enough to get a matching smile from him. A lifeful sparkle in his eyes as they lost in yours signaled the shift of your definitive impression.

" Certainly, they couldn't beat those good looks out of you. "

Tentatively reaching your hand to adjust the rebel strands, you took a shot to ran your fingers through his hair. It proved to be surprisingly soft for the decaying state of a man left at the mercy of the weather.

He started hoping you would commit to take a seat alongside him, but you raised up instead and before he could get to protest you were walking inside.

It confused him, until you emerged out proudly holding a glass of water that you kindly offered for him to drink by your own hand after taking the first sip.

[russellcroweblog]

I’m late but I just wanted to wish this beautiful man, great film director & legendary actor a Happy Birthday!

“Russell Crowe”

Known for his roles- Gladiator, Beautiful Mind, 3:10 to Yuma, Les Misérables, Master & Commander, The Quick & The Dead, American Gangster, Nice Guys, & Cinderella Man.

Just some of my personal favorites.