#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

[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

[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.

[conandailyblog]

me included :)

[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

[w3ath3r-0f-sw34t3rz]

heather ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡.•

i still remember the third of December, me in your sweater

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happy heather day <3

[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

[love-at-first-sight-23]

Heather Part 2 𓇢𓆸

<—Part 1 here Part 3 here—>

“Watch as she stands with her holding your hand, put your arm ‘round her shoulder, now I’m getting colder”

Warnings: Angst, mild cursing, gender neutral!reader is a bit *dramatic*

A/n: Part 2, finally coming your way! Enjoy this load of angst!

You stare emptily out the window, hand under your chin. How long has it been? Since you last said a word to him?

By him, you mean JJ Maybank. You’ve been avoiding him ever since… it happened. You’ve been in love with JJ ever since you can remember. But instead he has fallen in love with Kiara Carrera. You will never forget the day you walked to his house, expecting to drop off a borrowed sweater of his, only to find him kissing her in his living room. There are no words to describe how you felt. If only they knew.

Was JJ the problem? Or was it you? You might say you’re a little obsessed with him. In fact, you believe it. Not a day passes by when you aren’t thinking about him, or steaming over the fact that he’s slipped from your grasp. But what about all the times you placed your hand over JJ’s, or given him his favorite foods you know he loves? No, it is JJ who is blind.

It’s his fault. But you wish things were different. And you wish you weren’t so lonely.

Back at the Wreck, the restaurant the Carrera family owns, you wait in dread for the blonde and the brunette to show up. John B, Pope, and the other Pogues seem to have noticed that something’s off about you. Despite them being oblivious to your hidden love, they’re still worried for you.

“What’s wrong? Not liking the food?” John B asks half-jokingly.

You glance down at your untouched plate in front of you. “N— no, I’m good,” you say quickly. “The food is great.”

Sarah stares at you quizzically. “Seriously, what’s up with you? You have not touched those fish n’ chips. I know you’re never one to turn down food.”

You just shrug. “I’m not hungry, I guess.” You fall silent as JJ enters the restaurant, Kiara following behind him. You keep your eyes on your uneaten burger.

The two seat themselves, laughing as they talk to your friends. You dare look up slightly, and out of the corner of your eye you spot cream-colored fabric. Polyester.  Is Kiara… wearing JJ’s sweater? The same one he lent to you that day? There’s no mistaking it. Anger burns under your skin. It only grows when JJ wraps his arm around Kiara whilst sipping his drink. How dare she? Take the place where you should have belonged?

You can’t take it anymore. You excuse yourself from the table and leave through the door. The six of them watch you go in confusion, but you ignore them.

You hold your arms around your body in an effort to comfort yourself as you walk down the road towards home. You don’t hear at first the footsteps coming behind you. Then a voice calls out.

“Hey!”

You spin around abruptly to face Kiara. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Geez, thanks for the warm hello. I just wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Ok, then talk.” You fold your arms, keeping your expression emotionless. She’s the last person you want to talk to right now. Especially since she’s even now wearing JJ’s sweater. But you won’t let her tell that.

She sighs. “Fine. What’s your problem?” She says the question in such a straight-forward manner, so bluntly, that it sounds almost casual.

“What do you mean?” you say coldly.

Her tone has the slight suggestion of being accusatory. “I mean that you’ve been ignoring me lately. You haven’t answered a single one of my texts.”

She’s right. Every call, every message popping up on your phone, has been sent straight to voicemail or ignored. You don’t answer her.

“So really, what’s the deal?” When you still don’t answer, she sucks in a breath as if exasperated. “Is this because of JJ?”

Your blood starts to boil again. “What do you think, Kiara?” 

“So it is? Listen, just because we’re dating now, doesn’t mean you can go and completely ignore us. Just talk to us.”

“You think it’s that easy? After you two go and make out, after I’ve been in love with him for three and a half years, you think I can just do that?! Do you even know what I’ve been going through?!” Suddenly, all of the pain you’ve been feeling for the past week, all of your pent-up emotions, are fueling into rage. Your vision blurs with red as your world rocks back and forth. 

“How was I supposed to know that?! It’s not like you’re exactly clear with your emotions in the first place!!” Kiara makes motions in the air with her hands as she exclaims to you.

You round on her. “You little son of a bitch—“ You clench your fists as you step closer, angry beyond words. Who cares if you haven’t been telling your entire fucking life story to the girl who ruined your life? Now she will pay. You will make her pay.

She steps back, eyes still narrowed. “You’re going to—“ You pull back a fist.

“What’s going on?” You both freeze. Turning your head around, arm still poised to swing above Kiara’s head, you see JJ Maybank walking towards you.

“What are you doing?” He demands to you, folding his arms over his chest.

You’re speechless. You drop your arm to your side, unsure of what to say. “J-JJ…”

“Stop.” You immediately fall silent. “Someone explain. Now.”

“She’s been jealous of us being together. So she goes and tries to beat the shit out of me.” Kiara’s shaking a little, of fear or anger you don’t know.

“What? You’re… jealous of us?” JJ looks at you in pure surprise.

You face down at the ground, not able to look him in the eye. “JJ, I… I love you. I know now��s not the right time to tell you, but.. I have for a long time.”

JJ only continues to gaze at you, expression unreadable. “You have, have you?” Kiara only shakes her head.

“Yes.” Tears prick your eyes, but you refuse to let either of them see you. You turn away. “I guess I should go. Goodbye.”

“Wait!” He calls after you as you walk quickly and out of sight. You don’t listen.

At home, all you can feel is shame. Shame that you almost hurt Kiara. And how you let your own feelings get the better of you. At least nearly. You have to let JJ go, no matter how much it hurts. You have no choice.

Part 3 coming soon…? Keep a lookout!