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

Overworked

and slightly traumatized

I had to work, day and night, attending interviews and answering inquiries and waiting for my follower count to steadily increase. I'd gotten a quarter of the way there but it made me fume that I had to work like this, until my skin felt heavy on my bones and it was tiring to blink. All because the media couldn't leave me and Conan be, for some measly views.

Shaking and drained I stumbled into the apartment I'd slowly moved into, I'd only made it official a few days ago that I had moved in with Conan, he'd been ecstatic. I was the first relationship he'd been in and everything excited him so much, it was adorable and I loved it. It kind of made me feel bad that I couldn't share his excitement these days, I came back too drained to do more than flop down on some piece of furniture and today was no different.

I rubbed my eyes groggily and dropped my bag onto the floor before looking up to see Conan jump up and walk over to me, before wrapping me up in a warm embrace, littering small kisses all over the top of my head. He didn't say anything to me, he never had to and anyways, I definitely didn't have the energy to respond.

After a good few minutes he did speak up though, "Y/N, it's good that you're getting people back on your side, but you're working yourself dry love... Look at you, you're shaking from the effort of today, maybe rest tomorrow?" 

I thought about it and reluctantly shook my head before croaking out, "I'd love to Conan, but I can't stop now, people are only just starting to acknowledge me. If I disappear for a day they'll get bored, I have to keep going whilst their still interested." Hearing my voice crack from exhaustion made me wince but I stood by my point, I did have to keep going whilst they were still interested, whilst I still had a chance...

Conan sighed and his shoulders slumped, making me realise that all this tired him out too, less than me but it must have been hard on him. Having to put up with a girlfriend who barely had enough time to put up with you would be hard. I sniffed guiltily and mumbled quietly into his shirt, "I'm sorry.. I'll try harder..." I felt him go slightly stiff before gently pulling me over to the sofa and sitting himself down opposite me, facing me with a seriousness to him that made me squirm thinking it was directed at me.

He asked me to look at him when my eyes kept darting around, I did and couldn't deal with the love he held in his eyes, "Y'N. There isn't one thing you have to apologise for right now, ok? I hate that you have to do this, I don't hate you, it's two different things. Whoever took that picture pissed me off like hell, and I'm frustrated sure, I mean we should be in the sweetest stage of a relationship right now for god's sake! Not dealing with this crap, but it doesn't mean it's your fault or something. I still love you, yeah?"

Me and Conan were still new to this thing of being in a relationship, so we didn't throw the words 'I love you' around very lightly. Which made his words hit home way quicker.

Feeling the tears sting in my eyes I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand and tried to stop shaking, but it was all coming out, just how tired I was. Not just physically, but mentally too, all of this had taken a lot out of me and it was hard to keep trying to convince people I wasn't some whore when I wasn't sure myself. What if I was? But Conan never let me think that, not for a minute, and it made my heart ache.

Conan was already there, cradling me to his chest and whispering sweet little nothings into my ear, I hugged him back and cried it away. Knowing that I could, that he wouldn't judge me for it. Slowly slipping away to some faraway realm of sleep, even if I didn't really want to, preferring to be with Conan but my sleepiness getting the better of me.

guys this is lowkey super short (daisy putting me to shame right now 😥) but ilya sooooooooooooooooooo *insert more o's* ooooooooooooooooooooooooo much and hope it's ok-ish 💗