･ﾟ✩ 𝐹𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃┊Conan gray x reader ✩ﾟ･

1) i've got tired eyes, a black sky

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HEY! Thank you for clicking on this!  This is a Conan Gray x reader. The reader does use female pronouns, but you can just change those if you need.  Luv you bestie :D

This is my first book! yay..? Hope you enjoy it! Also there is no smut- Conan is too good for me to do that for him. Sorry :p

The plot is kinda predictable and slow.... but, I wasted my sleep on this so I hope you enjoy! <3 

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Fuck. You thought, watching the masses of people in eras tour outfits and cowboy hats on the train as it slowed down. You were definitely not going to make it- the Taylor Swift concert had just finished and the train was full. Sighing you turn around to walk back to your apartment. I'll be there soon. It's only an hour's walk. Despite it being almost twelve, you walk on, hoping you'll be able to get enough sleep to be pleasant at your work tomorrow. You pull up your hood and whip out your phone. There's nothing to do on it really, no messages or calls to reply to, but the thought of having it there comforts you as you walk alone in the dark, back to your messy flat.

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Incoming call from: Mac

Light pours though your curtains as you fumble for your phone, pressing the 'accept' button, you lay it on the pillow next to you, rubbing your eyes and stifling a yawn.

"What the hell are you playing at?" Mac ( your friendly-ish coworker) says, his voice loudly projecting from your phone, "Y/n, you were supposed to be here an hour ago!" Mac says laughing slightly.

"Shit. Call you back. See you at work- byyeeaaa!" You shout, frantically pulling the covers of your bed off of you.

 Its 1 day until the summer, when you can just sleep, chill and do absolutely nothing. Pulling on your work outfit (black jeans, top and an apron) you get ready as quick as you can. Running is not your strong suit- so by the time you get to work you're puffed out, with messy hair and pink cheeks. 

You take one of the tills, "Hi, what can I get for you?" You ask automatically.

"Can I have a strawberry whipped Frappuccino with extra sauce and whipped 10% less fat cream, but with no strawberries- instead just add some more flavoured syrup.  And oat milk instead of regular milk? Oh and please could you add sprinkles?" The girl asks, not looking at you as she poses for a selfie on her phone. 

Working in the most popular Starbucks in NY is crap. You think, as you nod and head to make her concoction, making sure to put the order sticker over the Starbucks logo, because you like being a bitch. Mac smiles at your from the other till, giving you finger guns which you return with a wink. After another dozen or so complicated orders and small break, your day is nearly over.

After lots more tiring orders this one is your last, your face remains emotionless as you look up at the person in front of you. He has dark, curly hair and deep brown eyes which seem to smile. 

"What can I get you?" You ask, happy that your shift is finally over.

"A black coffee please." He says grinning as he shuffles his feet on the tile ground. 

You narrow your eyes, "Just a black coffee?" You half confirm- half ask, wondering if he's expecting you to add some ridiculous toppings or substitutes to the drink.