HOLY MOLY 4000 FOLLOWERS!?!?! I’m amazed! I’m astounded!! I’m shocked!!! I’m crying, I’m so happy right now! Thank you so much for all the continuous support! I’m going to be taking a little break from tumblr for awhile for spring break to finish a lot of project I have rn, but as soon as I’m done I’ll come back and post all the goodies I’ve been working on! Thank you so much again babes! Please enjoy some Big brother Percy
tyler and josh did a show on sirius xm earlier right after the video dropped and in the last few minutes they were like “here’s one by our absolute favorite band” and then they played heavydirtysoul and i hate them
Back then, if this were your chaise instead of leather seats and still so chilly out, you both would be busy reading your own books; legs woven through the other’s and reposed on opposite ends, or you’d be lounged over his back and under the blankets, with your chin propped atop his shoulder to get a peek at the novel he had.
Flashback; in your twenties, an icy & wintry afternoon, when your best friend and neighbor Rafael Barba decided your apartment was warmer than his, so he stayed there to read while you went to check the mail…
He had been in your apartment all day, which was why you were not at all surprised to find him with his nose in a book and bundled under your blankets when you came back inside. It was so so very cold, and you were freezing from the long walk down to the mailboxes; there wasn’t heat for the hallways (or anywhere, you’d argue) in that apartment building and you had not dressed for the weather.
“You’re gonna catch cold,” apparently your friend was not only a budding lawyer- but also a doctor. “Get a blanket, you’re all pink and shivering, I told you to take my coat.”
He had, indeed, advised you to wear his jacket while you went to get the mail- but you didn’t want him to feel like he had a right to tell you what to do. That stubborn attitude he both praised and berated you for daily; and now, as it did often, it screwed you. Quickly, you kicked off your slippers and dove for the chaise he was on, “I plan on doing just that-”
Before he could stop the assault, you managed to burrow your way beneath the down comforter, twist and shift so you could join him. Rafael tried to squirm away, managing to raise the pant leg of his sweats so your shin grazed his- he howled and tried to give you a sharp shove off his spot. “You’re freezing, (YourName), you’re gonna make me catch a cold!”
Instead of obliging him, you clung tight from behind. “You’re warm,” you whispered it, and shamelessly hugged yourself tensely against his back. Expecting him to try and wrestle you off, you curled your arms under his shirt and slithered them so you could plant palms firm against his chest and collarbones, even managing to tangle your fingers together atop the ignited goosebumps to make it harder for him to escape your embrace. His heart- you could feel it thump, thump, thump against your hands; his heat, you rest your chin between his neck and shoulder, methodically nuzzling your cheek against his to both thank him for accepting your proximity and to thaw out your chilled face against his- why was he so incredibly warm?
Though you could perceive his warmth and his steady heart; there was no way for you to see that your cheek was growing hot from the heat of his blush, you couldn’t have noticed how he wasn’t even reading anymore- he was far too busy working to prop himself up on his elbows so you’d have a sturdy foundation while luxuriously lounging on top of him. Rafael was too distracted; by your fingertips absently tracing the lines of his clavicle, by your hair cascading down his shoulder, your chin jabbing into his skin. In fact, he wasn’t even all that bothered by your frozen interruption anymore.
Which was why, when one of your hands fell from his chest and moved ahead of him to tap at his novel, he watched so very precisely to see where your nail landed. “What’s that mean?” The question was innocent enough, but the curl in his stomach that came from your voice and hot breath falling right by his ear certainly was not.
Like a prepubescent boy struggling to manage a changing voice, he squeaked out the pronunciation; “Cacoethes-” Rafael coughed, causing both of you to bounce and your arm keeping you on his back to tighten its hold. “Cacoethes,” he repeated, this time in the tone you were much more familiar with. He sighed, trying to find the best way to explain it; “It uh,” his voice faltered when you turned his way, your nose pressing against him, “it’s like, an urge or a desire, wanting to do something you know you shouldn’t.”
Your brows furrowed and your lips pursed as you considered the new phrase; he could feel it in how your face moved against his cheek. “Cacoethes,” you repeated the word and Rafael’s eyelids fluttered when you retracted your hand from his book and instead ran happy fingers through his hair. The strange word sounded much better when you said it, but he didn’t so much as nod to confirm your pronunciation.
Cacoethes; example, Rafael had to battle the cacoethes to roll you off of him so he could watch your lips form the now-Holy syllables,
the cacoethes to reward your lesson with that kiss he never had the bravado to give you…
“Cacoethes,” he mimicked for confirmation. Your arm grazed his chin when you reached out again, tapped at the bottom corner of the page he had been on. Knowingly, Rafael turned it to the next one, and sighed while he felt you get settled over him; you lay your face against his own and continued to comb through his dark strands with your fingers while you went on reading.
He wasn’t all that interested in the story any more, though; so instead of bothering with the text, he’d very precisely find the best way to move his neck or hold up his head- just so, when you went to tap and silently tell him to turn the page, you’d still brush so surreptitiously against his jaw line.
Cacoethes; the new definition of poor Rafael Barba’s life with you as his dearest friend; cacoethes.
oooooh look, another list of aus for your writing pleasure: [sorry if any of these have already been done!]
+ you’re the cute barista and i’m the indie artist who plays at your coffee shop. i’m totally doing it for the pay and not to stare at your face for three hours every week, what are you talking about. + i’m the librarian and you’re the person who, in an attempt to flirt, just asked me if we carry books here. + you discreetly come into my bookstore every day just to play with my cat that i let wander. you think i don’t notice, but i totally do. don’t worry; it’s freaking adorable. + you are the lead singer of a rock band, and i’m the fan who you just called up on stage to sing a song with you. wow, you are way hotter in person and now i just forgot every lyric of yours ever. + you’re the cute trainer at the gym and i just fell off my treadmill because i couldn’t stop staring at you. + we’re the only two people in this theater and i’m taking note of all the parts of the film that make you laugh so i can talk to you after. + you’re selling cookies for your sister’s girl scout troop and you’re so adorable and awkward while doing it that i buy fifteen boxes. + you just started telling me your life story on the bus without even giving me your name first, and wait did you just say that you’re involved in the mafia?! + you’re the tech guru on campus and i keep getting viruses on my computer just so i can come talk to you. + we’re rival vloggers who are forced to do a panel together at vidcon, but it’s hard to despise you when you’re that much cuter in person. + you’re an actor on my favorite tv show and i’m your biggest fan. needless to say that when i meet you for the first time, i get so excited that i accidentally punch you in the face. + you’re a pirate and you were unaware about your feelings for me until a siren took my image. + you’re my tutor but i keep getting distracted because you’re so pretty. + even though i’m about to be carted off to the er after my car accident, i’m still gonna try to flirt with you, the cute emt. + i’m an escort but not that type of escort. if you play your cards right though, i could be. + i own an esty shop and you’re the cute worker at the post office i keep running into.