#i wish i were heather

[demigods-posts]

okay, but we know nico is obsessed with mythomagic. but has no one to discuss it with because bianca isn't particularly interested. and then here comes annabeth who's been equally obsessed with the game since she was seven. and these two bonds instantaneously. and over the years, he grows to see annabeth as a friend, not super close but someone he knows he can trust and rely on. and then he realizes they have a crush on the same guy. and he wants a reason, any reason, every reason, to hate this girl who made him feel so seen and validated and known. but he just can't.

[ask-keith-kogane]

I still remember…

third of December…

Lance: me in your sweater... you said it looked better on me then it did you

Lance: only if you knew... how much I like you

Keith: and I watch your eyes as she (allura) walks by... what a sight for sore eyes... brighter than a blue sky

Keith: she's got you mesmerized... while I die...

Yk the rest, very klance coded

[ashleyloveswriting]

Can we not? | osamu miya x gn!reader

| reader comes home to osamu in bed with another, what’s his first reaction? “you bet not touch her”

| tw: cheating, angst, hurt, suggestive, alcohol, happy ending?

ever since you came back from visiting family, osamu seemed a bit.. off. sure he wasn’t the most affectionate person in the world but he never dodged it before or declined sex. besides him acting weird, life just wasn’t at its tip top for you right now. your friends noticed that. so to get you out of the house they all proposed a night out, bar hopping.

you couldn’t really bring yourself to drink. the most you ingested that night was a stale beer. the whole night you had a pit at the bottom of your stomach. something was wrong, yet you couldn’t quite pin point it. after declining you dont know how many offers to dance; you decided to go home.

you told osamu you’d be back around 12am. sure he won’t mind you coming home a little early — if he was even woke that was.

—

you make it back to your apartment complex and quietly shuffle your key into the hole. you walk in and remove your shoes. the house is all but quiet - you hear a woman’s loud whiny voice and assume it’s some show osamu is watching.

you go to the kitchen and quietly make your self a glass of water, barely feeling a buzz from the drink you had. you hear a loud bang coming from the master bedroom and it startles you.

it’s continuous. followed by several loud ‘thwaps’ you start to get a bit nervous, the burning in your chest getting stronger.

you tiptoe down the hall to the shut bedroom door. you take a deep breath and crack the door open. your heart sinks. either osamu found a new position to jerk off in or-

“osamu?” you utter, your voice cracking. osamu jumped up from his current position. “oh fuck-” his eyes are wide and his mouth even wider. you don’t even notice you’re crying til you feel tears drip from your chin.

“y/n, i thought you said you weren’t coming til twelve- i- fuck i um,” he’s babbling on excuses and you can’t even hear him. you look past him and see her. laying in your bed. under your covers.. naked. is she wearing your head scarf? and she’s looking bewildered as if she’s the victim.

wait, you know her. she’s osamu’s new employee. you see her everytime you go to your boyfriends’ onigiri shop. grabbing lunch and leaving with a kiss. she- she knew about me. she..

“y/n, are you listening to me?” he asks grabbing you by your shoulders and shaking you. he must’ve slipped on his underwear while you were in your head. underwear you bought him.

“GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF ME,” you sob, jerking his hands off of you. he backs up, looking almost shocked. “YOU-

your knees buckle almost causing you almost drop to the floor. you catch yourself and lean against the wall - hyperventilating. is he serious? after all these years? high school sweethearts for what? all those firsts for what? for him to go off and fuck the first thing he found appetizing. what did she have that you didn’t? was the sex better? was the connection sweeter?

“you fucking-,” you leap towards her. she seemed so innocent, helping make your lunch. smiling with you, hugged you once even. had she no shame? osamu jumps infront of you; blocking her.

“don’t you fucking touch her!” he yells.

your vision is complete blurred by tears now. was he really protecting her? from you? you jump back out of his grip. your chest hurts bad. you feel like you could die from a broken heart right now.

“osamu are- y- you serious?” you ask, pulling yourself together. he stares at you, was that pity in his eyes? you sniffle and take their silence as an answer.

“im.. gonna go..” you say, lips quivering. it barely comes out as a whimper. he hears it though. you didn’t even notice you were digging your fingernails into your palms til you stopped.

making the pain more prominent.

yet the physical pain you felt right now was in nowhere comparable to the emotional pain you felt.

[calledmecrying]

happy heather day :')

[slimmwrites]

Happ Heather Day💜

[larz-barz]

its now december 3rd. all i need is a sweater

[earlymorninglow]

hah 3rd of december again and still no sweater

[i-need-to-get-a-life3]

Omg

Whatever you do, DO NOT think about reyna simping for blue eyed jason while he pins over sweet and kind piper, and OH GOD, ABSOLUTELY don't do it while listening to heather bye conan gray, just DON'T.

[nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx]

I wish I were Evans...

December 3rd, 1976

I can still remember that day, it was cold, strong winds blew, hard rain was hitting the roof of the castle but I was still sitting outside in with you.

"Potter, couldn't we think of a better time to meet up?"

"I like the rain, it's... peaceful." You took off your red and gold sweater and handed it to me, I scoffed as I put it on.

"Don't let Sirius find out about this, he'll never let me live it down."

"Admit it, Gryffindors are just better."

"The only thing your good at is doing dumb shit no one else is reckless enough to do."

"Well if we didn't do that I wouldn't have learnt this, ignis cor." You pointed your wand at the sky when you said it, then appeared a heart, made of flames turning into a phoenix before fading away. It was... beautiful, the golden flames wrapped around it, standing out in the grey sky lighting up the hollow world in which we live in if not only for a single moment. You pressed a kiss to my lips, you tasted like butter beer, the scent of your cologne so distinct, I felt your hand, cupping my face, it was still warm even in the harsh weather. "You should wear red more Reg, it suits you." Then you left, walking off to join my brother and the rest of your group, leaving me in a blushing mess.

I see how your face lights up ever time you see her, she leaves you looking like a lovesick puppy with her slightest glace. Why wouldn't you love her, sweet and pure flower like her name, emerald green eyes that brighten the room, kind yet strong minded and determined. You belong with her; each day I grow weaker, unable to withstand his power. I'm drowning in fear and pressure, I can feel myself coming closer to death each day as danger arises and he shall choose our next move.

Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty, you gave her your sweater... it's just polyester, that's what I'm telling myself to keep me sane, James Potter what have you done to me? I wish I we're Evans.

I watch you, holding hand in the corridor, dates in Hogsmead, sitting on the park bench with your arm around her shoulder. Kissing in closest instead of doing your prefect duties, her falling asleep on your shoulder on the train. I envy her, I wish it were me, I wish you loved me the way I love you but.I will always just be your best friends brother.

She's graceful and caring like a doe, heart pure and angelic, when I see how you look at her I realise you have never looked at anyone else that way. The way you adore her pains me, the way you would kill and die for her even after years of being brushed off. I know you love her, I am fine, I don't need your love. Except I do and it hurts to admit it, even after giving my life to him I still love you, his enemy.

Why did you kiss me?

And why do I still have your sweater?

After all these years still all I wish for is to be her, to make you smile like she does, to make you love me. Even if it's impossible I still wish I were Evans.

_______

[im-jas-dont-mind-me]

guys hear me out. angst ft heather by conan gray but regulus is conan and heather is lily and james is the one he’s in love with

[ann1e-on-earth]

it’s the third of december y’all

[dailytraingirl]

anyway whos up for giving me a sweater tmrw dec 3

[asexualcloud]

me: has had one crush in my life

also me: "WHY WOULD YOU EVER KIIIIIIIIIIISS ME IM NOT EVEN HALF AS PREEEEEETY"

[yourlocalagressivelesbian]

Heather Day

AYE MY FELLOW PPL! HAPPY HEATHER DAY!

If you don't know, Heather, a song by Conan Gray mentions ' I still remember, third of December. Me and your sweater, you said it looked better on me then it did you" This is referencing that it is national 'Give the person you love a Hoodie/Sweater/Sweatshirt day.' SO YEAH THERE YOU GO!

[daughter-of-the-dead]

Happy 3rd of December to all my pookies who didn't get a sweater♡♡

[colleenispunk]

I DIDNT GET MY SWEATER :,(