Please don't go, go // Reader x Conan Gray

And I go Viral

t/w kinda mean paparazzi things

I woke up curled into Conan's side and lay there a moment, smiling to myself and feeling content when I heard the thing that had woken me up go off again, and again. And again...

Groaning to myself I pushed myself off Conan and took a couple minutes to untangle my limbs before picking up my phone and rubbing my eyes, trying to see why I was getting so many notifications. Wait, what?

My eyes widened in shock as I opened my phone up and went onto Spotify, my follower count going down by the millions, what the fuck?? I flicked open google and searched up my name, was it some article they'd written about me?

I froze and my eyes flicked across all the titles being uploaded about me, all with the same picture on the front.

A photo clear as day, of me and Conan in the sea, him with his head tilted back and his mouth slightly open and me placing kisses along his neck.

My blood ran cold.

What?

Who the hell had taken this photo? There was nobody there, we could have sworn, but that wasn't even my main concern. All of the titles were like stabs at my pride, my ego being torn to shreds and all the confidence I'd gained over the years dashed. 'Popstar Conan Gray and Newbie Y/N sharing a moment?', 'Y/N seen giving one of her so called friends special treatment; leaving us to wonder what he gave back', 'The world is shocked to see Y/N developing fast friendships'.

And those were the nice ones.

The rest all called her a whore, my mind racing, I stood rooted to the floor and didn't even react when I felt Conan slip and arm around my waist and mutter something groggily in my ear, "Whatcha doing?"

I wanted to switch my phone off so that he wouldn't see what they thought of me, but my fingers refused to work. I felt his grip become tighter around me and he gently took the phone out of my hands, I barely let it go and he had to softly tug it out of my grip before putting it down on the bedside table and walking over to hold my hands. I couldn't meet his eyes, I was still horrified at what I'd seen and I didn't want to see the disgust in Conan's face.

All I could think about was how hard I'd worked to make it big, and how fast it had been taken away.

He squeezed my hands reassuringly and spoke to me softly, like he didn't want to break me, "Y/N, look at me." I shook my head, defeated and not wanting what I was convinced was going to be a berating. He spoke again, even softer, "Y/N, please. Please look at me darling.." I gave in and looked up at him, please don't hate me, please don't...

He looked close to tears himself and when he saw my face his eyes grew wide with emotion, he opened his mouth and tried to make a sound, instead just barely managing to choke out, "God..." He sighed and looked up at the sky breathing a long breath out, looking back down at me he shook his head, "That, all of that is absolute bullshit. They don't know anything and just desperately need something to write about, they don't know that we've known each other for longer so that just assume it was hook-up or something, not that it was anything like that haha... Point being, it didn't mean anything, you're still great and wonderful and amazing and gorgeous. Yeah?" I couldn't deal with it all and just broke down sobbing against him. He held me close and kissed me all over my face, making me feel loved and appreciated whilst tears rolled down my cheeks and off my chin. When I managed to gather myself up enough and calmed down to a gentle sniffle he stopped and rested his head against mine with our noses brushing gently.

Breathing slowly and carefully he looked at me, "Better?" I hummed gently, still unable to form words, and clung closer to him. He tensed up for a second, like an idea had crossed his mind and he was trying not to be too excited about it, smiling at how cute he was I gave in, "What did you think of?" He grabbed his phone from on the bed and plopped down, gesturing for me to sit down next to him, I walked over and sat down with my legs already tangling themselves with his.

He pressed at camera icon and clicked onto his photos, scrolling and pointing to almost every one and saying that I was in it, still not getting what he was going at I furrowed my brow. Shaking his head he laughed, "No, no, no. They're saying we made some kind of quick friendship and that, that we got like that overnight, I have photos of us together throughout all five months. It wasn't that quick, so they'll not have anything to say about it, except probably speculate about us dating but I've already thought of that option and how deal with it. So, will you be my girlfriend?" I sat in shock, processing his genius plus what he had just asked me, when he took my silence as a no and tried to backtrack. Shaking my head at his ridiculous assumption, I pulled his blabbing lips toward mine and kissed him slowly and softly, just like he always was with me. Slow and soft, one of the thousands of things I loved about him.

I felt him still questioning it and pulled away a millimetre to whisper against his lips, "Yeah, why not?"

He let out a small sound, making me concerned as to whether he was strangling or not, and slammed his lips into mine again. Still being gentle and timid in his actions but starting to gain a little confidence in himself, it was in the little things that the confidence showed, the way his hand shook less when he pulled me closer and the way his leg brushed against my thigh deliberately. But all I wanted to do was pull him close and not move from that small bubble of safety, ever.