#heather conan gray

[kasirose]

I still remember, 3rd of December, me in your sweater, you said it looked better on me than it did you...

It's the third of December so I had to :3

[conandailyblog]

conan is so real

[fangirlingovernothingg]

Needed to point this out even tho no one rlly cares

[xoxochb]

8 days until december… it’d be a real shame if someone were to give me their sweater…

[sweaty-toothed-mad-woman]

i still remember

third of december

[love-at-first-sight-23]

Heather 𓇢𓆸𓇢

Part 2 here—> Part 3 here—>

“I still remember the 3rd of December, me in your sweater”

Warnings: Angst, mentions of suicide, reader is gender-neutral

Plot: Based off of Heather by Conan Gray, reader is in love with JJ but he only has eyes for Kiara

A/n: Pretty appropriate for December 3rd, don’t you think? Get ready for Christmas!!

You and JJ are sitting together, you leaning your head against his shoulder. You take in his warmth and gentle expression. The sinking sun shines across the river from your place on the concrete edge. A breeze blows by, making you shudder.

“Hey, are you cold?” JJ turns to you, concern lacing his voice.

“No, I’m good—“ But you are, in truth, a little cold.

JJ smiles. “Here, take my sweater.” He takes the sweater he had been holding and wraps it around your shoulders. You’re enveloped by the simple, but soft, polyester.

“Thanks,” you say in gratitude.

“It looks good on you. I wasn’t going to wear it anyways,” he says. Then he checks his watch. “Oh shit, I’ve got to go. I’m so sorry.” He looks genuinely worried.

“Oh, no, it’s ok. Go on,” you reassure him. But secretly you’re disappointed. You really wanted to spend more time with him.

“You’re sure? It’s just that I promised Kie I’d meet up with her.”

Your spirits sink further. Kiara? Of course it was her. She was your friend, and you guys always hung out together. She was the only girl he talked about nowadays.

“Yes. It’s okay, go ahead.”

“Thanks, means a lot. See you around.” And with that he walks down the street, disappearing into the distance.

You realize his sweater is still on you. “Hey! Jay! Wait!” You call after him. He doesn’t turn around. You sigh and lean back on the concrete slab. Despite the fabric, everything feels colder without him there.

You sit on your bed, staring at the picture frame on your nightstand. It’s of you and JJ, both grinning and your hair mussed and salty from the ocean. The sun shines in the background.

You pick it up and hold it in your hands, brushing the dust off of it. You and JJ have always been best friends. You go to the beach together, hang out, and play video games together. Over time, your feelings grew for him. You should have told him you love him. But now it’s too late. Kiara has him.

The heavy bustle and the clink of glasses of the Wreck is what’s familiar. But it’s drowned out by the sound of JJ’s voice.

“And I was like, chill man! I’m just trying to get my free drink!”

You laugh as JJ tells his story animatedly. The sound is a little hollower than usual, but he doesn’t seem to notice. You soon find out why.

Kiara Carrera is walking into the restaurant, heading towards you and the Pogues. As she sits down at the table, you watch JJ’s eyes follow her. And just like that, you no longer exist. He’s paying close attention to her every move, down to the way she moves and flips her hair over her shoulder.

You do have to admit; Kiara is beautiful. Sun-tanned complexion, dark hair, contagious smile. Plus, she’s super nice. It’s no wonder JJ likes her so much. And, from the way she beams at him, it’s clear she likes him too.

The thought makes your heart ache.

You’re sitting at home, moping underneath the blankets. Feeling sorry for yourself. That’s when your phone rings.

Fumbling, you take it out of your pocket, to see JJ’s profile picture lit up on the screen. You answer it, and JJ’s voice sounds through the receiver.

“‘Sup, so uh, I think I left the sweater with you that I gave you yesterday, do you think you could drop it off?”

“Oh, of course! Sorry, I forgot!” The sweater is laying on the floor in your room, looking lonely.

“No problem.” He responds and hangs up the phone.

Picking it up off the rug, you grab your keys and rush out the door.

You’ve taken this route more times than you can count. It’s Friday, a day when you often go over to JJ’s house to watch movies and eat popcorn together.

You go up the front walk and raise your fist to knock on the door, but stop when you hear voices coming from inside.

You walk around the front of the house and peer through the window. You can make out JJ standing in the living room. And… Kiara is with him. Why is Kie here?

You look closer, and you can tell that they’re both smiling. Before you can comprehend what’s happening, JJ leans forward and kisses her gently on the lips. She reaches up and wraps her arms around his neck.

You drop the sweater on the ground and stumble backwards. Cold sweat pools on your neck. Your worst nightmare has come true. In shock, you leave the sweater on the front step and run home.

Bursting through the door, you shove off your shoes and sink against the wall. You begin sobbing. Tears stream down your face and collect on the floor. Any chance of JJ loving you is gone now. You’ve lost the man of your dreams.

You wish you could kill yourself. You wish you could kill Kiara.

Part II? Comment what you want!

[yoshi17here]

"3rd of December me in your sweater"

It’s the 3rd of December, and the air feels like ice against my skin. The winter chill, typical for this time of year, bites at my cheeks, making my breath visible in small clouds as I exhale. Hyunjin and I are walking side by side, our footsteps crunching in the thick layer of snow beneath us. It’s been years now—three, to be exact. Three years since we began dating, and yet, moments like this still feel surreal, like something out of a dream I never want to wake from.

The sun hangs low, casting a soft golden glow over the landscape. It’s one of those days where everything feels muted, like the world is wrapped in a blanket of silence. The snowflakes fall lazily from the sky, floating like tiny stars caught in a moment of stillness. It’s the perfect day for an art date—our favorite kind of date.

I glance at Hyunjin as we walk, his profile sharp against the winter landscape. His long hair, usually styled to perfection, is slightly tousled by the wind, and he looks like he just stepped out of one of his sketchbooks. He smiles at me, his eyes crinkling in the corners, the same smile that still makes my heart race after all these years.

“We should find a nice spot to sit and paint,” he says, his voice warm despite the cold. “What do you think? Maybe near the lake?”

I nod eagerly, “Yeah, that sounds perfect. I’ve been wanting to paint the snow-covered trees by the water.”

Hyunjin grins. “I knew you’d say that. You always find the most beautiful places to paint.”

I blush, looking down at the snow beneath us, unsure if I can handle the attention he always gives me. It's overwhelming in the best way. After all, I’ve never understood why he could be so sure of me, but he is. Maybe that's one of the things I love most about him—the way he makes me feel like I’m enough, just as I am.

We reach the lake, and I gasp in awe. The snow blankets everything in sight, the frozen water glistening like a sheet of glass. It’s peaceful, almost magical. Hyunjin walks ahead, leading the way to a perfect spot by the edge, where a large tree stands tall, its branches heavy with snow. He sets down his art supplies on the ground and motions for me to sit next to him.

As we settle down, I notice the cold seeping through my layers. My fingers are numb from holding my paintbrush, and my nose is pink from the wind. I shiver slightly, rubbing my hands together in an attempt to warm them.

Hyunjin notices right away. He looks at me, his expression softening. “Are you cold?” he asks, his voice gentle.

I try to brush it off, not wanting to seem like I’m complaining. “A little, but I’m fine. I don’t mind.”

His eyes narrow in that way that tells me he’s not convinced. He pauses for a moment, looking at me with a thoughtful expression, and then his gaze drops to the sweater he's wearing. It's a thick, oversized knit in a deep shade of navy blue, the kind that looks as if it could keep you warm even in the middle of a snowstorm.

“Here,” he says, his voice soft yet firm. “You need this more than I do.”

Before I can protest, he’s already pulling the sweater off, revealing a thin long-sleeve shirt underneath. The contrast is stark—he’s much more resilient in the cold, his skin seemingly impervious to the chill.

I open my mouth to argue, but before I can get a word out, he drapes the sweater over my shoulders. The warmth from the fabric envelops me instantly, and I inhale deeply, the familiar scent of him—cinnamon, coffee, and something that’s uniquely him—fills my senses.

I look up at him, blinking in surprise. “Hyunjin, you’re going to freeze,” I say, trying to give him the sweater back.

He just shakes his head, giving me a soft smile. “I’ll be fine. You look like you need it more than I do. Besides, I’m used to the cold.”

I can’t argue with that. Hyunjin’s always had a way of shrugging off discomfort, focusing on others instead of himself. It’s one of the many things I admire about him.

The sweater is too big for me, the sleeves hanging past my hands, but it feels like I’m wrapped in a hug. I snuggle into it, feeling his warmth still lingering within the fibers. My heart beats a little faster, a mix of affection and gratitude bubbling inside me.

He sits down next to me, pulling his own coat tighter around him. For a moment, we’re both silent, the only sound being the soft crunch of snowflakes landing on the ground. Hyunjin picks up his paintbrush and dips it into the water, starting to sketch the landscape. I can’t help but admire the way his hands move, the fluidity and ease with which he brings his art to life.

I turn to my own canvas, feeling the brush in my hand, though my mind is still somewhat elsewhere. I can’t stop thinking about how gentle Hyunjin is, how he always knows exactly what I need without me having to say a word. It’s like he’s always attuned to me, even in the smallest ways.

I glance at him again, his brows furrowed in concentration as he paints, his lips slightly parted. The way he looks when he’s in his element—lost in his art—makes me fall for him all over again. It’s a familiar feeling, but it still catches me off guard, every single time.

“You look beautiful today,” he says out of the blue, his voice soft and tender.

I feel my face heat up, my fingers fumbling with the paintbrush in my hand. “What? No, I—”

He chuckles, the sound light and airy, and looks at me with that knowing smile. “You always do. Even when you don’t think so.”

I don’t know how he manages to make me feel so special with just a few words, but he does. Hyunjin has this uncanny ability to make the world feel like it’s ours and ours alone.

The sky above us is starting to darken, the sun having long since dipped below the horizon. The air is even colder now, but I don’t mind. Hyunjin’s sweater is warm, and his presence beside me is all I need to feel content. We continue painting, working side by side in silence, comfortable in each other’s company. It’s moments like these that remind me why I fell in love with him in the first place—because he’s not just my boyfriend; he’s my partner, my confidant, the person I want by my side through every winter, every season, every year.

And as the snow falls around us, I realize that even if time passes and the world changes, moments like this will always feel like home.

day 2 -- day 4

[roselandsrl]

Going into to 2025 with a obsession unhealthy with Conan gray, phoebe Bridges, Taylor swift, Gracie Abrams, Olivia Rodrigo, Heartstopper and coralline that's only gonna get worse

[zshiftsrealities]

MY FIRST EVER MANIFESTATION

this post is linked to the previous one that I posted. the first "proper" thing that I manifested, not even for me, but a change around me was me manifesting the boy I liked liking a girl that liked his brother, who liked me (too many words, ik).

okay so, this girl, say Emma, was head over heels in love with this boy, say Harry. like the crazy type. knowing his phone model to the last digit type of crazy (freaked me out, ngl). and Harry, liked me, and I liked his brother, let's call him Aaron.

now what happens is that I discover "Heather" by Conan Gray. and me, I like playing out scenerios while listening to songs. so that's what I do. so now, I am Conan who's singing the song, the boy he's signing about is Aaron, and to fit "Heather", I get the amazing idea to use Emma. now everytime this song comes on, I play out how the scene would unfold in our classroom. everytime the lines "I watch your eyes as she walks by" to "she's got you mesmerized, while I die", I would not only rewind to replay that part since it's so catchy, I'll literally cry because I was so into the whole scenario thing.

I have no idea how long I did this, but it was a good while, a few weeks maybe. but wasn't Emma in love with Harry? we even had a talk about it once where we told each other who we like and I even asked her "do you like Aaron by any chance?", to which she went "no, I love Harry. like love love." so, yeah. she was in love with Harry, but I manifested her liking Aaron instead, and Aaron liking her back. I even myself realized that I had actually believed that those two like each other, and so I tried to "reverse" that by now playing out as Heather myself, and imagining Emma as Conan. but something didn't feel right doing that. because I was so firm in my belief by now that they like each other, that nothing against that idea would feel valid (as in no doubt whatsoever through simply just persisting the idea for a while).

and then, eventually, I found out that they even started dating.

and that's the story of how I broke my own heart lol. but that's a success story if you look at it from an open perspective. so chill, and play out whatever you want to happen, and it will.

[imfrom-neptune]

EVERYONE SHUT UP THE HEATHER SWEATER IS BEING ANNOUNCED WITH A HEATHER VINYL THAT INCLUDES HEATHER EXTENDED

I HOPE THAT MEANS ITS COMING OUT ON STREAMING !!

ALSO IM BUYING THAT SWEATER (I say this every year, I have never done it)

[ilovetiffanytatreau]

Okay but why is heather from tdi actually there

[conandailyblog]

me included :)

[svnflowermoon]

"i wish i could kiss her to know why you love her" UM. CONAN? WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO WRITE THE MOST HEARTBREAKING LYRIC AND NOT PUT IT ON SPOTIFY

[my-castles-crumbling]

Sometimes I think I have my life together and then I remember that I was one of the (many) people on Spotify who got a message from Conan Gray saying he was praying for me because my life is so shitty.

[sweaty-toothed-mad-woman]

why would you ever kiss me?

i’m not even half as pretty

you gave her your sweater, it’s just polyester

but you like her better

i wish i was heather

[henry-the-queer-artist]

chappell roan gave us good luck babe, taylor swift gave us you belong with me, and conan gray gave us heather and with this we complete the holy trinity