Make Us Play Forever? Conan Gray x Reader

Won't Sleep 'Cause It's Easy to Hurt

Y/N's POV

"Y/n? Are you awake?" a deep, groggy voice asks, piercing through my haze of imagination.

"Yeah, Con. I can't sleep." I admit, feeling Conan's weight shift beside me, switching on the fairy lights that dangle like icicles from the ceiling. I now am able to see his face under the dim lights.

"I wanna know more about you," He says, smoothly swiping a tendril of hair from my face, "you seem so interesting and since I first saw you in that lobby... something about you told me that you are just a wonderful, gorgeous person! So far, I'm right!"

"Aw, Conan, you're too sweet. The same goes for you. Everybody online always says that you're so nice and that you're a sweetheart, and I always believed that, but of course, you have to see it with your own eyes to believe it! Ok... um, I have a tan and white pudding Jack Russell Terrier with a natural bobtail named Herbie. He's my baby," I giggle, picturing him in my head, "My friends are Layla, Jayden and Caspian. They all think I'm insane sometimes, but they've been there for me through all the good and the bad."

"First of all," he starts, "I HAVE TO MEET HERBIE, second, that's so cute. In fact- you're cute in general. And really pretty!" Conan says it with such genuity, that my heart melts. His eyebrows furrow with the passion that he puts into his statement, emphasising each syllable. 

I'm glad that it's dark, even with the fairy lights, because my cheeks turn a deep crimson. 

"Being called pretty is overrated I wanna be magically delicious."

His laughter fills the room like the warm glow of the sun in the late afternoon,

"You did not just quote me to myself! Ok- damn!"

"I did! I use that quote all the time! That and: "Okay damn, it's 9 am. This is supposed to be a safe space. It's brunch," I admit to him cackling, "The way you say ~brunch~ is iconic Con. I literally quote it every day!"

 He places a hand on my cheek,

"I'm serious though. You are pretty."

I yawn, stretching across the bed. It's covered in black sheets with two large quilts. One quilt is a deep wine red, and the other is a navy that is barely a step away from being classified as black. Also atop his bed is also a fluffy red blanket which I sink my fingers into, senses overtaken by the simple pleasure of warmth and company.

"Your bed is so comfy!" I chirp, enveloping myself in the blankets, inhaling the scent of some simple yet delightful cologne.

"I know right?! I wish I could stay in bed all day sometimes, it's my safe space!" he pauses, as if in deep thought, "Hey if you want, you can come closer... I wouldn't mind if you stretched out a bit. I know we're strangers and all, but I trust you. I feel like I've known you for years," He says it so softly, yet he avoids my gaze as if my eyes could scald him. He's like a child in a way... a good way. He's grown up, but part of his innocence has never left him. He's not innocent, but his intentions are purer than honey and I can tell with every gesture and word that he cares about people's perception of him. He's so cautious as if a single word could shatter every precious memory that we have. 

"I'd like that. I'm used to having my dog practically sleep on my face. I've never had a human besides me in this context before!" 

"No boyfriend?!" He gasps, his expression etched with shock.

"Never!" I admit, "It's always been one way. I think it's because I'm always either 'too much' for people, or 'not enough"

"That's insane! Don't give up, you're perfect the way you are. If they don't like you for this-" he gestures at me, "then they aren't worth it."

"Thank you. The same goes for you. You're amazing. I don't get how nobody has ever dated you- let alone bullied you! You're such a gorgeous soul and wonderful friend," I move closer to him, still on my side, my arm moving to brush his, my fingers gently resting upon his bicep, "this ok?" 

"Perfect," he mutters sleepily, moving his head to face mine again as he lays on his back. He rests his head on his shoulder, and I can feel his breath on my fingertips. I watch him close his eyes, drifting into a blissful haze of sleep, and soon- I do too. 

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