hi gorgeous, if you don’t mind making a fluff fic of crankama where he’s sick but still streams and reader comforts him over call or text knowing he should be streaming.. if that makes sense i know this is super hard to work with, thank you!! — 💓💓
Crankama (Connor) x fem!reader
Contains: Connor has a rough case of the flu but still chooses to stream, reader, watching the stream can tell he’s struggling and decides to call him and comfort him a bit.
Warnings: sick Connor, fem reader, use of y/n, pet names, fluff, not proofread, soft Connor,
taglist!: @infinitelyhollowheart , @lastgirlinny , @peppiment , @misty-starr , @gleekngeeks , @supercutefungirl , @cupidzbae lmk if you wanna be added !!
The stream was calm and composed, but really the only ‘calm’ thing was Connor. It was odd for his character, he’s usually yelling or laughing loudly at his friends or his own jokes, but today he was nauseous.
A sick feeling crawled over his body like it was suffocating him. The heat spread throughout his body, the headaches crept in along with the stomach pain and the runny nose, his voice growing scratchy and sore.
He texted you that morning, letting you know not to come over because of his blatant fever and symptoms.
You, being his girlfriend decided that you were going to the store the second he had confessed his predicament.
And before you went, you’d call him.
His fingers moving fast over the keyboard as his slightly irritated eyes peeked up into the screen, focusing on the game before him.
His bonnet resting over his curls, protecting them as his headset sat over it.
Sniffling occasionally, he continued playing, laughing slightly at the jokes Aidan made throughout the gameplay, until his phone gently vibrated on the desk, the ripples alerting him as he turned his phone over to be met with your contact photo flashing across his screen.
It was a pretty photo of you, you looked gorgeous. Your hair blowing gently in the wind as you laughed, a candid photo he took of you on a picnic date you had gone on.
The meadow behind you flourished in multicolored flowers and green blades of grass, and if you looked hard enough, you could see the cream colored blanket you guys were sitting on peaking out and into the picture.
Hitting the green accept, answering, you began talking. “Hey conn how are you feeling?” You asked, concern masking your tone.
“Mm alright.. feeling pretty fucking rough because we ran out of cold medicine and mom and dad aren’t back for a few more hours” he answered, his throat aching and sore.
“I’m sorry Connor, I’ll be over soon okay? I bought things to make you feel a bit better.. cough medicine, cold medicine, supplies to make soup, a few other things..” you speak, trailing off and trying to think of the other items you bought.
The chat already typing sweet comments like “awe she’s so thoughtful” and “that’s so adorable omg”.
“Huh? I thought I told you not to come over because I don’t wanna get you sick” he says, a little worried, and not wanting you to catch his cold.
“Yeah..but I know you need to be taken care of and I wanna do it!” You say, sweetly into the phone.
Said phone being propped up somewhere in your car as you began assembling his little ‘get well soon’ basket.
“That’s sweet baby but you don’t need to take care of me.. I don’t want you to feel like you have to. I’m independent” He defends, coughing at the end of his sentence. (Really showing the independence yk)
“Yeah, yeah, I’m doing it anyways!” You say as you ignore his protests. “Thank you though, for caring and all..” he speaks again, slightly shy at his confession.
“Awe Connor! I’ll always do this stuff for you, I love you!” You say frowning slightly at the sappy comment.
The chat going wild at the romance that was transpiring quite literally before their eyes.
“They’re so cute omg” and “he’s whipped” comments flashing across the screen as the couple exchanged conversation.
“I want you to go to your medicine cabinet and get ibuprofen though, and then, once you take that, go to your sink and get some warm salt water to gargle and spit out into the sink.. it’ll make your throat feel a bit better and your headache drift a bit until I get there, okay?” You instructed.
“Alright..” he says complying, informing his stream that he’ll be back soon.
After following your orders, he also grabbed a pack of crackers from his pantry (as told) and began eating a few of them once he got back onto stream.
“Feeling a bit better?” You quizzed into the phone as you were finishing up your gift basket, placing the items in a decorative fashion.
“A little, yeah.. thank you y/n” he says earnestly. “Always conn” you say, a little smile tugging at your lips, “heading your way now” you say as you begin pulling out of the parking lot and heading towards him.
“Ok” he says, a tiny smile also making its way onto his face at the thought of you taking care of him.
Pulling into his driveway, in your usual spot, you head over to his front door and knock.
Aidan answering the door greets you “oh I didn’t know you were coming over. Maybe he’ll stop whining” he says smiling and stepping aside to let you in.
“You even made him a basket?” He says, a questioning tone laced into his voice as he observes the items in the tub.
Giggling at his reaction before simply replying with “yeah he was feeling super bad so I wanted to do something sweet for him.”
“You’re too sweet for his evil ass” he says as he dramatically rolls his eyes before turning around, bidding you farewell, and returning to his room.
Picking up the basket, you step over to his room.
Kicking his door lightly with your foot since your hands were occupied, you stand there, waiting for your boyfriend to greet you.
Opening the door slightly, he peeks out before quickly opening it wider, a soft smile on his face, complimenting his red and puffy cheeks and nose.
He looks as if he’d ended the stream a few minutes ago, his pc still flashing a few of his streaming settings along the screen.
“Connor” you say, smiling up at him with his basket.
“Y/n” he replies, returning the same look toward you, the urge to kiss you almost stronger than ever. Seeing you here like this for him, almost domestic, made his brain go fuzzy and his heart melt. “I wish I could kiss you, so bad.. I wanna thank you for this” he says pouting a bit at your sweet gesture, admiring your features.
“You don’t need to thank me baby.. I just wanted to make you feel better!” You say before planting a small, quick kiss to his cheek and turning around and telling him to follow behind.
Trailing after you like a lost puppy, stopping in-front of the basket you gently set down onto the counter of his kitchen, letting him admire while you grabbed more salt water and a separate glass of Gatorade.
“Go gargle this salt water while I prepare your medicine ok?” You say as you hand him the warm glass.
“Alright” he says as he steps over to the sink and begins on the task.
Preparing the liquid cough medicine, cold medicine, and allergy medicine next to a glass of his favorite Gatorade since it masked the taste of the medicine which he absolutely hated.
Walking back over to you, taking the medicine, and half chugging the Gatorade as you observe him, “I know you don’t like taking your medicine with water because of the taste so, I tried something new, is it ok?” You ask the boy in-front of you once he had finished his sips.
“It’s perfect baby.. you’re too good to me. And so thoughtful.” He compliments you as he leans into your body, face migrating towards your neck, your body heat making him feel relieved of his cold shivers for a moment.
“I shouldn’t let you get close to me but I guess I’ll make an exception..” you jokingly say as you wrap your arms around him.
“Yeah you fucking better bro” he laughs into you. Eventually you got to making chicken soup, his favorite meal when he’s in this state.
You began chopping vegetables, one after another. Celery, carrots, onions and garlic, while he sat at the kitchen island, observing and conversing with you about things that happened the past few days.
Putting your ingredients in the pot and simmering them until they came together as the meal.
Assembling the soup into a bowl and placing it in-front of your boyfriend and yourself, you began to eat.
“Again, thank you for taking care of me..” Connor admits.
“I love taking care of you conn” you say, your hand sneaking up to his, fingers curling around his as you rubbed your thumb along his.
A small content smile crept onto his face, he may be sick but at least he had you to nurse him to health.
Ems rants: this should NOT have taken me this long 🤦♀️
