#late nights in the middle of june...

[suenitos]

wriggling the vision // swimming in a mirror

[dumblr]

Sometimes all I think about is you.

Late nights in the middle of June.

[wyattjohnston]

things you said with too many miles between us

for stefanie and nico!

ahh! thank you for asking for stef & nico

Even in the small screen of her phone, Stef could see the conflict written all over Nico’s face. She waited him out, knowing that whatever he was about to say was hard for him.

“I—I met someone.”

Stef nodded, trying to prevent anything other than happiness leaking through her smile. “You shouldn’t sound so sad about that, Nico.”

“No, I know and I’m not,” he said quickly. “I just—”

His sentence ended so abruptly that Stef paused just to make sure he hadn’t disconnected. But no, the worry in his face was enough proof that he just didn’t know what to say. Curious, truly, because whilst he was always thoughtful about what he said, he was never speechless.

“Why is this one so much harder than the others?���

“I really like her,” Nico admitted, his voice small. “So much, Stef.”

There was a slight—and only slight—twinge in Stef’s chest, but the smile that formed on her face was mostly genuine, as was her saying, “I can’t wait to meet her.”

“I haven’t told her about—about you.”

“I’m just your best friend, Nico. You don’t have to keep me a secret.”

Nico’s face contorted instantly. “There are some things I should probably keep a secret.”

Stef shook her head. “You should keep absolutely none of it a secret.”

Nico’s sigh was visible through the camera as he muttered ‘I know’ and his shoulders deflated.

[hopesandheartache]

When June comes around and 'Heat Waves' plays, it reminds me of the times we shared and how things have changed between us.

-hopesandheartache

[funnyao3]

Cute, Jesper thinks, again. It’s a thought that’s immediately followed with shut the fuck up, Fahey, you disaster. 

[william-austin]

as a glass animals fan I used throughly despise heat waves because of how much it's overplayed. luckily, the song isn't literally at every corner I turn these days, so I can now gladly and occasionally listen to it because the lyrics are very real

[daisychainsandbowties]

richard siken - meanwhile

[luvrbones]

rewatching shadow and bone for the five hundredth time and im sorry the fucking CHEMISTRY DANI AND CAL have if i don’t get to see them PINE for each other and LOVE EACH OTHER and give me all those dastardly helnik feels like i need to see their desperation for each other radiating off them if there is no spin off i will make netflix change their mind with my bare hands

[koifishanonymous]

it’s been…three whole years… since the beeduo meetup….. i was there watching when that happened…. what the actual hell

[myersbunny]

[fallingprophetically]

Me: enjoying my day

Him: appears

Me: ARF ARF BARK BARK AWOOOOOOO

Him: begins choking me

Me: 😍😍😍😍😍😍 harder

So, uh anyways... I should go to bed soon. Ngl though, writing for him is so damn fun and satisfying for some reason.

Idk what this gif is, but it exists and his head tilting is adorable.

[medtech-mara]

Heat waves been fakin' me out

[funnyao3]

But when the door cracks open, it’s just Kaz. He has a split lip, and he’s leaning a bit too heavily on his cane, but what’s new? He looks fine, not dead, and Jesper can’t really stop thinking about Wylan.

[golden-lovers]

golden lovers set to heat waves send post

[luvrbones]

first love/late spring is so jesper falling in love with wylan coded sorry i don’t make the rules

[just-some-castaways]

Heat Waves

Author: Saffron

Sept. 29th 2k24

I remember that night, middle of June, you were framed by the lights of a movie poster, the flame from your lighter illuminating your perfect mascara.

I remember I was alone and lonely, probably two shots deeper than I should’ve been, probably should’ve walked away, knew somehow you weren’t gonna stick around.

But what the hell, only live once right?

Ten minutes later I was buying you a drink at this cute little bar on Third Street, you’d never heard of it. I asked about your life, found out we grew up a few hours from each other, what’re the odds?

You liked champagne, I like margaritas, you liked mountains, I like beaches, we had such different interests and life stories.

But somehow a few hours later you left and I had your number, scribbled in pen on my palm, a curly heart at the end.

Three dates later my sheets smelled like your rosemary perfume, I still haven’t washed them. I cling to that scent whenever I smell it, even as it fades like sand through my fingers.

Two months down the road and we both knew it wasn’t going to last, you were never going to stay in LA anyways, your family lived two plane flights away. You asked if I still wanted this, when it would be over by the end of September.

I smiled, and opened another bottle of wine.

I wonder if you still have that starfish charm I gave you, the day I drove you to the airport. You’d spent the night at my place, one last time. We’d left before the sun rose, and arrived just as it decided to crown your head in gold, the moment you stepped out from the car.

One last embrace, one last kiss, one last inhale of that sweet perfume, and you were gone. I don’t remember how long I stood there by the gate, long enough my feet fell asleep in the high heels you got me.

Sometimes I still think of you, late nights in the middle of June, sipping champagne, watching heat waves dance with the memories we made.