okay this one is a lil dumb but like, projection
Kurt with a reader that learned to code purely for modding minecraft?
i think it'd be slightly funny
CANDIECARDS!!!!! it’s nice seeing ur asks in my inbox man !!!
How the hell did you do that? // Kurt Goreshter
Master List
Warnings: None / Not proof read
A/N: Reader is gender neutral (not specified in ask/no pronouns referred with)
Synopsis: Kurt showing the reader something he’s “working” on, and the reader enquires how he learnt to do that.
Translated words: Пчелка – Pchelka = Little bee
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“How the hell did you do that Kurt?” You asked, peering over his shoulder that the blue screen of his dinky laptop. You could barely keep up with the amount of pop ups flashing on screen, each filled with information you couldn’t quite take in.
You knew Kurt was an avid hacker, and a good one at that. But you never knew how on earth he learnt to do it, whenever you’d had asked he’d go awkwardly quiet and dance around the question until you have up prying. Hackers never reveal their secrets, you guessed.
You almost didn’t catch his response to your question as you were to engrossed watching his hands flicker across the keyboard, like skilled ballet dancers preforming a routine they’d done a thousand times before.
“Modding Minecraft, Pchelka”
You stared at him, mouth agape, he had stopped what he was doing and was looking right at you. “What?” you couldn’t believe what you were hearing, the man you’d seen jack into government owned servers was now telling you he learnt this from a video game. “What? Don’t believe me? I’ll show you”
Ruffling in his back under his desk he pulled out an old, scruffy looking USB, you couldn’t read the russian text scrawled on a sticky label on the front. You assumed it must’ve been “Minecraft” or something like that.
He placed it into the side of his laptop, as an old windows screen popped up, the foretold game’s home menu brightly lit up the screen. You watched with mounting anticipation, nothing looked out of the norm though. That was until he opened a saved game file, and once he had the whole game looked different, the textures were more advanced and in the home he had spawned in there was furniture you knew wasn’t already in MC.
He moved around the little area, showing you nick-nacks he had either modded in or collected during his play through, and then he went outside, into a beautiful forest with types of trees you hadn’t even seen before, all you could say was “Oh wow,” you heard kurt chuckle at your remark, “Like it?” he said, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, you nodded.
“We should play together some time” Kurt offered, leaning slightly back in his chair, you couldn’t agree more.
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This one is slightly shorter - my apologies ^^; i hope you like it though !!
and yes i’m now realising the reader is just standing up the entire time but i have no idea how to slide in a chair somewhere in this oh well 💔
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hihi i adore ur work!! could i possibly have a one shot where kurt goreshter takes care of his sick (gn!) s/o?? much love 🫶🫶
Rainy Days
Pairing - Kurt Goreshter x Neutral!Reader
Summary - While you're suffering with the flu, Kurt looks after you.
Word Count - 742
Warnings - reader feeling like a burden, fluff, reader is sick with the flu
A/N - Thank you for your request. Sorry it took so long!
You glared down at the thermometer, squashing the desire to chuck it across the room. Chills ran up your arms, forming goosebumps on the skin. Despite how tightly you clung onto the blanket draped across your shoulders, your teeth chattered. Trembles coursed through your body every five minutes, until you felt sore and stiff. On top of that, you couldn't stomach so much as a few crackers and some water.
“God is out to kill me.” you muttered, willing the 103 F reading to change. Even shaking the cheap plastic stick didn’t move the numbers.
This was no doubt the worst flu you’ve had in your life.
“You’re out of bed.” Kurt said, surprised to see your shaking form standing upright.
Well…barely.
You were hunched over slightly, as if you were an old person left without a cane. The thick plush blanket swallowed your frame, nearly touching the floor. He noticed you swaying slightly, trying to remain balanced.
Kurt immediately set the mug of tea down, and ushered you back into your shared bed. You whined, protesting against his gentle hold.
“Stop being stubborn.”
“I’ve been in bed for three days, Kurt.” You complained, turning to face him. “I’m tired of not doing anything.”
Kurt sighed, “You need sleep, and rest. That’s how you get better.”
You fought back your protests, as he helped lay you back, propping up the pillow behind your head. His hands felt like a heater against your skin, as he ran them up and down your arms. Concern swarmed in his dark eyes, as he watched another violent tremor rake through your body. It felt as if your bones and joints locked up, causing you to become painfully stiff.
You let out an exhale of relief as it passed, leaving you to collapse back against the mattress.
“You okay?” He asked after a moment, soft voice barely reaching your ears. A deep frown was embedded on his face, eyebrows pinched with worry.
I’m an asshole, you thought.
“I didn’t mean to argue with you,” You said, reaching for his hand. “I just feel bad about not being able to help around.”
He tsked, shaking his head at your words.
“I don’t want to be a burden-
“I don’t mind taking care of you, love” He interrupted, thick accent laced with emotion. He squeezed your hand in ressaunce, tracing the lines in your palm with his thumb. The soothing motion relaxed you, as you focused on the edge of his nail slightly grazing the skin.
“Here.” He said, shifting to grab the cup of tea from the nightstand.
Steam rose from the cup, as the string attached to the tea bag dangled on the side of it. You grabbed it, humming at the warmth emanating from the mug. The herbal smell of the tea wafted in your nose, clearing your stuffy nose.
“It’s chamomile.” He mentioned.
You smiled, heart thudding against your chest. The sweet drink slid down your throat, as you took a cautious sip. Your eyes flickered up to meet Kurt, who still held onto your hand.
A certain warmth flooded your chest, not caused by the effect from the tea. The softness in which Kurt took the cup from you, and helped you back into bed caused the corners of your eyes to sting.
“If I wasn’t so sick, I’d kiss you right about now.” You said, bringing the blanket up to your chin.
Kurt went still at your words, eyeing you. A sudden smirk appeared on his lips, as he leaned forward. You went to shove his chest, not wanting to transfer your terrible illness onto him.
“No, wait!”
He diverted, bringing his lips up to gently kiss your sweaty forehead.
“You’re going to get sick.” You whined, gently pushing him back.
He chuckled, peering down at you. “You’re very dramatic.”
You rolled your eyes, blaming the sudden heat crawling up your face on the high fever.
Kurt brought your wrist up to his lips, tenderly pressing a kiss against the pulse.
Your heart spiked from the action.
“Get some sleep.” He said, placing your hand on your chest. He dimmed the lamp beside you, and adjusted the pillow behind you.
You watched as he left the room, leaving the door slightly ajar in case you needed him. The heavy comforter weighed you down, causing you to slowly drift off.
You could still feel his cool lips against your skin as you fell asleep.
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