Make Us Play Forever? Conan Gray x Reader

The TV's On, the Woman's Blonde

51 readers guys! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH TYSSSSSSM <3

For anyone interested, there's a chapter in my Jamie Bower one-shot fic with Conan in it. It's got a lot of good Cone content too <3 I had so much fun writing it lol.

Scrolling through my phone, my eyes take seconds to properly adjust to each one, my mind hazed with lack of sleep. Conan's focused on my screen too, his own ditched beside his clock on his bedside table. His hand sleepily tangles in my hair, and untangles again, over and over again. The darkness envelopes us like a blanket of warmth, and my phone is like a little beacon. 

His breathing is soft and slow, my head rising and falling on his chest with every breath. His other hand is on the soft, warm skin of my abdomen, his fingertips grazing idle circles at the surface. 

"Go back to that last one," he commands, but it's gentle and laced with exhaustion.

I obey him, flicking downwards, a video popping up. Immediately, I notice footage of Conan and I. It's a conspiracy about us dating, followed by photos of us together. It's funny because out of context, these photos look incredibly intimate. They're scenes of us hugging or talking in different places. Although, all of these were taken before we were actually dating.

A small gasp leaves his lips, followed by a dramatic groan. 

"Can you please go to the comments please teddy bear?" he asks gently, moving his hand up to my ribcage.

"You sure?" I look up at him, raising my brows. He nods silently, and I click on the comments. Immediately, the screen is filled with accusations, sad-faced emojis, hearts, comments of support, and of course- more 'evidence'. I panic a little. Conan and I never really discussed this...

I follow a link that another person has posted, and my heart drops into the pit of my stomach. It's a very clear image of Conan and me kissing in the park in what we thought was a secluded spot yesterday.

"Shoot~" He breathes out raggedly. He then sits up, shuffling me around so that my head is in his lap, "Are you okay baby?"

I nod furiously, 

"Yeah, but what do we do?" I ask, anxiety wracking through my body. My lungs feel like they're closing up, and my body trembles violently. Conan gently moves me again, but this time, into his lap, his arms firm around me, his eyes trained on mine.

"Hey, hey!" He says firmly, "Breathe with me, okay sweetie? In, and out"

He chants the words 'in and out' and at first, my lungs scream at me for even trying to follow the direction. But slowly, they comply, and I can breathe.

"Good girl," he coos, but then his voice switches, into a panicked, apologetic tone, "I'm so sorry baby! I didn't mean to worry you. We should've talked about this. I'm sorry, I should've been more careful. Look, if it makes it better, we can shut these theories down as just rumours, okay?"

I shake my head, swiping away little beads of tears from my cheeks.

"No," I look down with embarrassment, "I don't want to. I want people to know that we're together and that we have something important between us, but I'm just panicking a little. I've never really been in the public eye before, that's all. I'm worried that I'm going to get hate or abuse messages."

Conan's eyes grow empathetic, and he presses a soft kiss to the tip of my nose.

"I'm sorry, darling. I know that people will love you when they give you the chance. I can't guarantee that you won't get haters, but I swear that I'll do everything in my power to protect you from it. If anybody screws with you, I'll knock their teeth out... and Bonan can hit them over the head with a shovel," he smiles sadly, and though it's not exactly what I want to hear, it's reassuring.