Conan knows how to paint. He knows how to blend, to swirl, to add shadows and highlights until the painting before him comes to life. But his own life is damp, murky, faded. He doesn't realize that he needs someone to splash him with a bucket of paint- to blind him with color. tw: sexual assault, self-harm

❝ on that summer night, when we had first met, i then realized that such beauty could exist. ❞ 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗲𝘅𝘁𝘀 ❪ conan gray x male oc ❫ ❪ 12.23.19 - tbd ❫

"you're cute." i'll admit it. i had been drinking, but what dumb teenager doesn't? i was never this bold. it had to be the alcohol talking. it was speaking truth though, he was cute. "wh-what?" he stuttered. a slight blush could be seen, even in the dim lighting of the crowded living room. "you heard me, i said you're cute." i said again. yep, definitely the alcohol talking. "real sweet, but i wish you were sober." he said with a small smile. fuck. ... in which a young girl and boy learn what life truly is. (a conan gray fan fiction) *lowercase intended*

You met in college and ended up with a happily ever after

I didnt really know what to name this, but enjoyy.

I noticed there aren't many Conan fics, so I thought I'd make my own!! Feel free to make requests via PM or a comment!! {These updates might be kinda slow, I tend to lose motivation quite a bit but I will try my hardest!}

➬ i haven't seen too many Conan gray x (fem)reader stories so here i am☺️ ♡ ⤷ scenarios ♡ ⤷ one shots ♡ ⤷ mini part stories ♡ 〤WARNING: may possibly include sensitive topics〤

"I know what you really want, a little more confidence." falling in love with conan gray isn't hard, but when he falls for me, too, things change so quickly I can't keep up. things crumble, tears fall, and hell raises.