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

8) 15 dozen roses

Word Count: 1k

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As you woke up, your limbs felt stiff and achey from whatever weird position you had slept. But this time it wasn't you at all, as Conan was resting his head on your chest with his arms round your waist.

"Conan?" You whisper, brushing his curly brown locks to the side to see if he was still asleep. Sure enough, he was, so you lie back down quietly, not wanting to wake him up. After what seems like hours, Conan finally stirs, yawing as he opens his eyes slightly. His chestnut eyes widen as he sees you, obviously not remembering you two shared a bed.

"Sorry," you whisper, "I didn't want to wake you."

Conan smiles and is about to reply when a blush creeps onto his face as he moves his arms away from your waist in realisation.He sits back sheepishly.

 "Sorry Y/n-  I wasn't  -" Conan says in a panicky voice.

You cut him off. "Cone, don't worry about it. I know you would never do anything weird." 

He smirks slightly. "Unless you want me too."

"Conan!" You shout, taking the pillow from out under your head and whacking him with it.

"Ouch." He says as you both burst out laughing on the bed.

"I'm getting up now. Do you want a coffee?" You ask as you pull the duvets straight off of you.

Conan laughs. "I'll take three." 

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After you've made Conan's coffee, you take it to where he sits at the sofa, giving it to him before sitting next to him.

"Conan?" You ask tentatively.

"Hmm?" He says drinking a swig of his coffee.

"I'm moving out." 

Conan almost chokes on his drink.

"What? Why?" He demands.

You twiddle with your hair nervously as you think of all the reasons you're moving out.

1)  My fat crush on Conan.

2)  My fat crush on Conan.

3)  I want a fish.

4) My fat crush on Conan.

You panic and instead of saying something logical, like, " I feel bad." Or " I found a nice place."   You say, "because I want a fish?"

Conan looks at you, confused, but then smiles. "I'll get you a fish." 

"Really?" You ask, genuinely not wanting to move out now that you're getting a fish.

"Yeah. In fact- let's go now." Conan grins, downing his coffee as he goes to put some socks on.

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"Are ye sure ye want them two?" The guy at the counter asks, pointing to the two teeny, yellow goldfish in the bag he's holding.

"Yep." You say as the man hands you the bag, as you give him a fiver out your pocket.

You look at the fish in the bag as you walk out, showing them to Conan.

"We're parents now." You say, pretending to wipe invisible tears off of your face, as you both snort and laugh.

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You sigh as you watch Peggy and Pepé (your newly bought fish) swim around their small tank for the millionth time. Ashley sits next to you, also, apparently bored by the little fish as she is resting on he propped up elbow staring at the ceiling.

"Fun pets." She says.

"Yep." 

After constructing a square of cocktail sticks with some glue, you slowly lower it into the tank, trying to force Peggy to go through it. She doesn't though, as continuously bumping into the glass seems fun enough to her. After Ashley leaves, it's quite late and you are sat on the floor watching the fish.

"Conan.. uhh, thanks for letting me share a bed with you last night." You say, watching Pepe blow bubbles.

"It's okay. I.. kinda enjoyed it." He says scrolling through Netflix.

"Yeah, so did I. It was nice." You admit, planning the fish bowl back on the table and sitting next to Conan as he puts a movie on. You rest your head on Conan's shoulder as you sleepily chat about things until you drift off to sleep, not even remembering if you finished your film.

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When you wake up with a yawn, you ( once again ) find yourself entangled with the Conan Gray, only this time you're sharing a blanket on the sofa. As you open your eyes, you realise that Cone is already awake, and is playing with a little bit of your hair. 

"Hey." You say calmly,  alarming him as he drops the piece he was touching.

"Morning." He says with a childish grin.

You yawn and sit up, snuggling into him. You can see Conan watching your every move, eyes on you like how a predator would hunt it's prey. He narrows his eyes.

"So. Y/n, I've been thinking."

"Congratulations." You say sarcastically with a yawn.

He laughs before shifting in his seat uncomfortably. "You were really upset when you thought that you saw me, kissing someone at that party. Why was that?" Conan asks smirking.

You hide your blush. "No reason." 

His face drops slightly as he says a sad 'oh' so you sigh and tell him the truth. What's the worst that can happen, you think, I was gonna move out anyways soo...

"Because I was jealous." You mumble looking him straight in his eyes.

A small blush and a grin spreads across Conan's face, and he leans forward so your faces are only inches apart.

"Y/n?" 

"Yes?" You breathe out, slightly flustered by his sudden proximity.

"I think I love you." He smiles, and you feel you breath catch in your throat as he says the words, later repeating them with more certainty. "I love you, Y/n."

You smile and laugh slightly, completely amazed at what Conan just said.

"Out of everyone, all of your fans, all of the people in your life, and you chose to love..," you pause slightly, "...me?" 

Conan laughs. "I'll always choose you. You're incredible."

"I love you, too." But before you can finish the last word, Conan's lips crash against yours and you moves deeper into the kiss, raking your hand through his hair as you do so. When you finally pull apart, you're  both breathless and slightly red faced. Conan holds you in his arms and you smile in pure happiness. For the rest of the day, you cuddle and laugh, playing stupid games together. Because finally, you have both found someone to be with, because, alas, he is yours and you are his. Irrevocably and forever.