you are a super megastar! you’ve done everything from movies to modeling to music, and the world loves you-

-but not nearly enough as conan gray does. conan is your #1 superfan. he’s obsessed with you in a pretty stalker way, let’s face it, but hey!

today is a day of your meet and greet.. and conan is getting all dolled up, humming softly to himself and streaming your music.

“she’s gonna be minee..”

he singsongs, fixing his eyeshadow.

the time of the event comes, and somehow, by some miracle, conan manages to trap you into a little supply closet, where he squeals and starts to touch you all over- your chest, your hair, your face, your belly.

he looks into your eyes with his own ecstatic ones.

“holy shit.. i did it!”

he squeals.