CONAN GRAY IMAGINES

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i'm sorry for not being as active than i was back then, snnxnxb

i'm lacking motivation and idk what to do anymore

also, your cats name is going to be harpy for the sake of the story. the cat is a he.

i hope you like the name aha

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"C'mere Harpy!" I say as I pat my lap with both of my hands. My cat jumps from the ground into my lap and settles in. He purrs while I pet his head and back.

Just when he starts to get comfortable, my phone starts ringing. Thankfully, it's sitting on the side table next to me.

I grab my phone off of the table and look at the caller I.D.

"Conan Gray wants to FaceTime..."

"Jesus Christ." I say between my teeth as I answer it. I plop my phone back down on the side table, so the camera is facing the ceiling. I huff and go back to petting Harpy.

"Heyyy Conan." I say, trying to sound enthusiastic and happy to hear from him.

"Y/n, y/n, y/n. Can I see Harpy? I'm missing him lots.

"You know what, can I just FaceTime your cat the whole time? I don't care about you."

Oh, ouch.

Harpy looks up at me after I stop petting him. He gives me those beady eyes that tell me "Give me more love and affection."

"I'm hurt, Conan." I say in a sassy voice. I grab my phone off the table and flip the camera. I point it at my cat while I rub his therewith my thumb. Harpy purrs once again.

I hear him chuckle at the other side of the line.

"Conan, what are you doing?" I say as I stop petting my cat once again.

"Nothing." He says boldly. He's doing something on his phone while smirking.

"Whatever, I'm going to go make tea. You can watch Harpy while I brew up my drink." I say as I place my phone against a clay pot on the side table.

"Okayyy." He says, still on his phone.

I pick up my cat while I get up and place him back down on the lounge chair.

"Stay."

I go get a cat treat from the cat basket and feed it to Harpy. He starts devouring it the moment I place it on the chair.

"Haha. Cats." Conan says. I shake my head slightly while I head back to the kitchen to make my tea.

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"My hearts pushed into a corner, my brain is our order..." I quietly sing to myself.

Still the Same by SHY Martin is such a good song, and it started playing when I put my chill playlist on shuffle.

I turn off the stove for my boiling water and place a tea bag in my mug. I add 1/4 cup of sugar in the mug and grab the hot water.

As I start to pour the water into my cup, I hear Conan yell my name, scaring the living shit out of me.

My hand spazzes our for a second and the hot water spills out everywhere on the countertop and on the floor. Some of the hot water came in contact with my forearm and burns me for a few seconds.

"Ow, okay yeah WHAT CONAN, WHAT'S UP WHAT DO YOU FUCKING NEED." I yell from the kitchen. I walk into the living room with my small pot and now red and swollen forearms.

I look at the screen and down to the lounge chair, noticing Harpy has moved to the couch.

"Can you get Harpy back into the camera's view please?"

"Bruh, I-"

I grunt and aggressively put the pot on the side counter run the living room. I call for Harpy and when he runs up to me I pick him up and hold him to my phone camera.

"Are you happy?" I furiously say.

"...yes." he says blankly. I drop my cat on the chair and go back in the kitchen to continue making my tea.

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"Mm, good." I say as I sip my tea. I grab a coaster from the cupboards and place my mug on top of it in my hands.

I walk back to the lounge chair and take a sit. Harpy immediately jumps on my lap and curls up into a ball.

"You still want to see my cat, or are you like not there." I ask Conan. I place my mug down on the table.

"I was gonna bake something, so I guess I'll hang up."

"So much for just seeing my cat."

"Yeah yeah, whatever okay BYEEE-" his bye cuts off by him ending the call. I shut off my phone and decide to scroll through instagram.

I go through people's stories, and when I get to Conan's story, I see a picture of my cat.

I don't think I gave him permission to post my cat on his story.

Whatever.

"Look Harpy, it's you." I face the screen to my cats face and he jumps off my lap and starts gagging on the floor.

(Insert puking cat meme)

"Oh my god, no-"

Harpy doesn't puke but when I show him the picture of himself he runs away.

But that would also be me when I see a picture of myself.