Guilty Conscious

Sean Castillo-Davis | 31 | Guidance Counselor | Myrtle Rock | the funnier twin

[sean-castillo-davis]

gtfophil·:

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Her eyes stayed on Sean as he prepped their cups of coffee, smiling when he placed her cup in her dainty palms. The smell of the fresh roast in the air wafted to her nostrils and made her draw her attention away from the male before she took a small sip, noting the hot temperature of the beverage. As soon as the liquid touched her tongue, she let out an audible hum. “Mmm.. Wow, this is delicious. I’d pay for this any day before I’d give them another penny.” she said as a reply. “What other hidden talents do you have?” Phil asked, her eyes shifting back to the male before his question rang in her ears. “Dinner, eh?” Her lips perked up a bit as the idea cycled through her mind slowly. “Like a proper date?” The thought made Phil smile a bit more. It was honestly, the first time in a while someone might be asking her on a date. Most were either too intimated or preferred a more physical relationship - though she never minded that. “If that’s the case, count me in.” she said with a nod before taking another sip of her beverage.

**

“Hidden talents? Well, I suppose if I tell you then they won’t be hidden, right? Guess they just have to be discovered,” he told her with a soft laugh and was grateful for the coffee to distract him. She of course couldn’t hear the way his heart was pounding in his ears, the nerves that zipped through his body when he realized that he had actually asked her out on a date. He, Sean Castillo-Davis, had asked Opehlia WIlson on a date...and she had said yes. The time between her question, his nodding and her actual answer felt like a decade and when she actually said yes, he almost didn’t catch it, his ears ringing a bit too much before he felt himself breath and he let himself actually meet her eyes. “Really?!” He tried not to seem so surprised but he couldn’t help it and he laughed at himself as he cleared his throat and sat up a bit, trying to seem more confident then he felt but she had said yes. “Perfect, perfect uh, what day works for you? I can pick you up, I’m usually free after 4 when I don’t have club activities or I’m not watching out for the theater kids so uh, Friday..is uh Friday good?” He cleared his throat and smiled at her. “It’ll uh, it’ll be fun. Give me a reason to wear these new shoes I got,” he joked, though they were really nice and he was already thinking of an outfit. He had to look good for her. 

[sean-castillo-davis]

leo-castillodavis·:

** 

“I got a business partner precisely so I don’t have to do this shit,” he said, stubbornly. “Not my fault they’re not holding up on their end of the deal. And it’s not like I haven’t tried. I’ve put him in every position - busboy, one night I pretended we needed a bouncer just to try it, I even put him on toilet duty for a week… The other night, I sent him home early because he kept breaking glasses.” He thought that eventually Richie would get so worn he’d quit, but so far to no avail. 

His eyes narrowed suspiciously as his brother changed the topic, no doubt trying to avoid Leo whittling him down. “I’m not sure being a local purveyor of alcohol is the best thing to inspire kids towards,” he drawled skeptically. “I mean, I’m willing to try, but the demonstration portion might get a little illegal. Make sure the cop booth is in the far corner, yeah?” 

**

“Mm and may I point out that you’re also a 35 year old grown ass man?” He smirked and did his best not to laugh, knowing that Leo was actually struggling but he couldn’t help but give his older brother shit about it. “Okay then tell him straight up. I mean it sounds like you tried everything but actually telling him there was a problem. Time to put your big boy pants on man, this is like a right of passage of being a boss so you just gotta do it. Sorry dude, your little brother can’t get you out of this one.”

He rolled his eyes playfully. “You’re a business owner and you’re an author, you have plenty to talk to them about and I’m not asking you to serve the kids alcohol just tell them what goes into opening up a business. If you think I’m going to be encouraging any kids to go towards the cop booth though, you don’t know me at all,” he added with a smirk and reached for his glass, taking a sip before pausing. “So uh...I maybe..sort of..have a date coming up...

[sean-castillo-davis]

Castillo-Davis Spawn Chat

Leo: Guess how long Dad's latest date rundown went.

Leo: TWO HOURS.

Leo: I spend TWO HOURS on the phone with our father discussing wardrobe choices, the date venue, all the potential meanings and semantics of the sendoff 'Well, this was fun.'

Leo: I bow out. Sean, you're a literal guidance counsellor. Please - I beg of you - call our father.

Tilly: i hate the name of this chat, leo. stop changing it back when i change it.

Tilly: where does dad even meet these guys anyways? please tell me he's not on tinder.

Sean: why does me being a guidance counselor always mean that i'm the one who has to have the conversations? leo it cannot be your get out of jail free card

Sean: Spawn just makes me think of the comic

Sean: LOLOL is he on tinder?? hinge? how does he have more game then all of us?!

Sean: ..... i'll call him. but what if he tells me too many details??

[johnparri]

Stephan James as Alfonso “Fonny” Hunt in If Beale Street Could Talk (Barry Jenkins, 2019).

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[sean-castillo-davis]

leo-castillodavis·:

**

There were times when he was struck by just how much they all had grown. He remembered when Sean and Zay first came to them, lost and scared orphans just looking for a home. And now… Sean was more mature than Leo could ever hope to be. “I’m not sure I ever mastered ‘kind honesty,’” Leo said, complete with air quotes. He could avoid a subject, or he could be blunt. There was a reason his writing more closely resembled Hemingway than Faulkner… “You think I could enlist you to fire him? I feel like you’d be good at it.” 

*

“Me? Oh no, no, I am not doing your employee management for you. You have to do that on your own. You’re the big boss, right?” He smirked, knowing that Leo would have been perfectly fine with him stepping in but Sean trusted that he could do it. “Someone can’t fix what they don’t know. Come on man, just..use your words. That’s practically what you’re built for, right? At least try and if it’s a disaster I’ll help you clean it up. Deal? But you have to try first. Also are you free for career fair this year? Ready to inspire some young minds?”

[sean-castillo-davis]

rafaelflores·:

“I find that hard to believe. My memory just comes and goes” Rafael said although he did chuckle at the joke Sean made. Living in the same place all his life made him accustomed to seeing people come and go, he would always remember the yellow house at the end of the street because it always stuck out in comparison to the more neutral looking houses. At one point in his childhood, the street felt like one giant playground given all the kids that used to live there and had now moved on. It was nice to see Sean again, now that Raf could remember him, and it also made him feel a little nostalgic. “Yeah, good point. Nothing beats the smell of a new book” Rafael agreed with a nod. “My book obsession got a little unhealthy and the library got tired of seeing me donate every week” He added with a small laugh. Rafael’s book interests usually revolved around art history thanks to the influence of his grandfather, but he also read general fiction. “Really? That’s impressive. I’m a little all over the place when it comes to reading. I used to have a pile of books that I’m halfway through on my nightstand and just swap them around each day” Rafael carefully placed the bags on the backseat, contemplating using the seatbelt to hold them in place. “All these books would make for good kettlebells” He added onto Sean’s joke, yet it actually seemed like a good idea. “No, not at all. I was planning on going back home to geek out over some new paints I bought but I can reschedule that to later”

*

“Book obsession seems like it doesn’t exist. Could a person have too many books? I refuse to believe it,” he teased, but he had to admit he was pretty endeared by the visual of Rafael cuddled up with a book or sitting outside reading. “Yeah, I mean I’ve always been a pretty big reader and I guess it’s one of the places I can focus best. Either reading or working in my garden I’m like...zoned in. Other times I can get pretty distracted so I think I’m just generally a fan of how much a story can hold my attention even if I go through it quickly. Always trying to find a new story, you know?” Sean’s smile turned up as Rafael spoke about the stack of books near his bed, probably laughing a little too loud at his joke, and way more than he needed to but it was too soon to take it back. So he just followed him to his car, trying to make sure his blush didn’t seem so evident on his face. “I’m sure you could do a whole fitness plan with them honestly, but I think I’ll stick to weights.” His smile widened even more when Rafael agreed to a cup of coffee and he found himself both excited and anxious as he got into the passenger seat, trying to go over the layout of his house in his head to make sure they weren’t walking to a mess. Maverick was working and so were his siblings so there wasn’t a chance there’d be other company. “These new paints though, what’s making you geek out about them? Are they a special kind? Or just a specific kind of color?”

[sean-castillo-davis]

maverickdanvers·:

“I’d say you’re wrong, but my own personal snack stash in the cupboard says otherwise. How’s it feel having a roommate, not-roommate going on?” If she needed anything at all, she knew where she could always rest her head. That was the luxury of having a best friend like Sean; whatever she needed, he always seem to come through. “I think you’d make the best dog owner. Big dogs are more fun, though. Think about it. Plus, it’d be nice to have a big dog to snuggle on movie nights. Call me bias, but that’s my take on it.” If she had the time, she would’ve gotten a dog for herself. Her long shifts and unpredictable work schedule wouldn’t allow that to happen though, at least without major help. “You’re a godsend. I swear by it.” As much as she wanted to complain about her schedule, she enjoyed the work. It allowed her to learn at a faster pace and not to mention, she got to join in on lots of interesting cases because of her longterm dedication. “As entertaining as that’d be for me, I’m going to veto that letter. I like the hours. It puts me on top of the other fifth years. If they don’t want a spot at Prince Arthur, that’s on them.” She, however, couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. “You have no proof.” It was tedious, but she’d make the best of it. Besides, it wasn’t like he asked for much by comparison to herself. “Anything we can do to save them? More water? Less sunlight? More sunlight? What do eggplants even need?” She could fix a person, but when it came to gardening needs? God, that was Sean’s job. “Good,” she replied quietly, hands on her hips. As sad as some parts of it was, overall, she’d deemed the day good with no losses on her floor. “It could always be better though.”

*

“It feels...like this question is a trap,” he teased, always finding it easier to be completely himself around her. She was one of the few people he had known for most of his life, who knew enough about him to know what had shaped him into the person he had become. There was a comfort in that he would never trade. “Are you saying that a big dog would be better to cuddle than me on movie nights? I don’t want to be jealous of a dog. Plus I’m the one who has to be with the dog when you’re working all those late shifts. Unless,” he glanced over at her, “We get a dog and have shared custody. I think we could be very good at that. And then it could tear up your very nice apart as much as it will tear up mine.” It was an impulse idea in some ways and in others he had thought about it before. He didn’t really think he could handle a dog on his own but he figured Maverick had enough enthusiasm about it, it might just work. 

“If they don’t want a spot at Prince Arthur, that’s on them,” he said in his best imitation of her voice, “Look at you, Dr. Danvers. I love the confidence and ambition. Oh! That reminds me, can I put you on the list for career fair again? You know the students love you.” He let out a soft laugh as his finger tips grazed the top of a few of the plants. “They probably needed more sunlight but I think it’s a little late now. It’s okay though, I still got a few good ones, I just have to do better next year, you know? Or buy them from the grocery store,” he joked. He paused as she spoke about her day, leaning lightly against the fence of the garden. “Well then how can we make it better? I mean aside from my amazing company of course,” he teased with a wink before walking further towards the tomatoes and peppers they were picking. “Alright, you know the drill, pick ‘em and put them in here,” he said and set down the bucket they were going to use.

[userengy]

HAPPY DEATH DAY 2U (2019) dir. Christopher Landon

I was thinking. It’s ironic. Here I thought I was stuck in the same day for some big cosmic reason. Facing my mom’s death. It had nothing to do with her. Turns out it was just some big scientific fluke. That doesn’t make it mean any less, does it? I guess not.

[sean-castillo-davis]

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maverickdanvers·:

“That’s literally no fun, but I wouldn’t be opposed to a friendly furry greeting. Are we talking big dog or little dog? Personally, I think I’d be more of a big dog kind of a girl,” she trailed off, smile wide as she stared back at him. Tired as she was, no one knew how to handle her quit like Sean did. “To be fair, it was still a surprise and for the record, they’re exactly what I needed.” Snacks were all she ever really had time for, unless it was something Sean had already packed up for her, which happened more often than not. “I’d rather exercise my thirteenth amendment right of staying silent,” she added excitedly, thankful she’d remembered one piece of law she’d been taught in a basic course she’d hated. “I’m off tomorrow, but you know how that goes. That’s if I’m lucky. knowing my luck, I’ll get called in because some second year decided they didn’t want to get out of bed.” As much as she hated gardening, it was the least she could do for someone quite literally willing to get her anything she needed. “Fine, but I’m going to hate every second of it,” she shrugged, putting the cookies aside to retrieve the boots he’d mentioned. A quick change was all it took before she returned, smile wide. “Ready?”

*

“I know, I know, between you and my sister I’m gonna have no choice but to get a dog. I told someone the other day that it’s because I’m not used to sharing my space but then I realized I kind of already do that with you,” he told her with a grin, half joking but it was the truth. ¨Be honest though, would I actually make a good dog owner? I think I be terrible with a big dog.” He rolled his eyes and made a mental note to get dinner started when they came back in. “Well then you’re obviously staying for dinner so, I guess it’s good I went grocery shopping, huh? Ah well what if you’re the person who doesn’t want to get out of bed this time. I mean I have to work but you haven’t had the day off in forever. I’m about to write your boss a letter.” He pushed her hand away with a laugh so he could get a cookie before she finished them all. “I think every second is an exaggeration, you’ll enjoy it just a tiny bit.” He was already outside when she finished getting changed, smiling as he handed her the pair of gloves her had gotten for her last Christmas. Though he supposed they had been more a gift for himself. “Plus at the end of this we’re gonna have fresh tomatoes for dinner and maybe a few peppers. Not quite sure if my eggplants are gonna make it but we’ll see.” He paused until they were in the garden and he was crouching down to grab some tomatoes. “So, do the cookies mean it was a good day or bad day?”

[sean-castillo-davis]

“If you surrender to the wind, you can ride it.” - Toni Morrison

On weekend mornings we could hear the music start downstairs. My father was a fan of CDs and speakers. He would always take Zay and I to the music store whenever we did well at school or in a game to buy us a new album. But our mother, she was all about records. She was about the smoothness, the high notes and instrumentals. Especially during the holidays, she’d break out the record player, put on one of her favorite Nina Simone or Ella Fitzgerald records. Nat King Cole was a special favorite. She’d put him on and get Zay and I to dance, both of our hands in hers as we spun her around and she laughed. She would sing the words so sweetly, until my dad would come in and pull her away for a dance. I watched the way they would stare at each other, the love and adoration in their eyes, the way they would move along with the music almost as if they were floating. I remember thinking, man, what I would give for a love like that. 

The fire they died in destroyed all the records, all the speakers and CDs. But when we arrived in Elisabeth, I walked into my shared room with Zay and found a record player that Simon had gotten for me. He told me that he wasn’t sure what records I liked but that he noticed that I would perk up the most when they spoke about music, that I could always be found with headphones in. He thought he was introducing me to a classic but really he was just welcoming me home even more. He was the one who introduced me to Chet Baker and Perry Como. There were nights we used to sit reading with the classics playing between us, the only sound other than the music that could be heard was the sound of us flipping page after page. It’s harder to listen to the songs now, they bring tears to my eyes and the pages become soaked with tears. But every now and then, I put them on, take a seat and think of him. A man who the universe gave to us to love us wholly and fully until he parted. 

I can see him too, with Marcus, glimpses I’d catch on the way up the stairs of them in the home office. When Simon couldn’t dance anymore, Marcus would sit with him as they listened, holding hands, closed eyes, sometimes looking at each other. And I had the same thought, of how beautiful it would be to have a love like that. I guess in an almost embarrassing way, it’s what I’ve been looking for all this time. This missing piece, this...want that has been lingering in my chest from my early days. To love and be loved, is there anything greater? 

But until I find that moment, that person who changes it all, the person who will make my heart soar and ache all the same; I have my music, my dreams and fantasies. I have the melodies and words to take me away in my mind, to a place where everyone I’ve ever loved is alive and well. 

Until then I’ll close my eyes and let the music move me, give me hope and remind me that no matter where I go: there will always be love.

“Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced.” -James Baldwin

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[sean-castillo-davis]

@maverickdanvers

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Location: Sean’s House Tagging: @maverickdanvers​

“I’m starting to see the appeal of having a pet to alert you when people are here, or you know, a ring camera but I’m too paranoid about them getting my information.” Which Maverick knew well enough but he still had to give her a hard time when he came out from the backyard to find her in his kitchen already with her hands literally in a bag of cookies. “You ruined your surprise though, I was gonna come over with those later,” he told her with a soft laugh, setting aside his gardening gloves. It wasn’t unusual to have her there which is why he was not at all uneasy, mostly just trying to hide the goofy grin that showed whenever she was there. All these years and he still hadn’t shaken it. “Have you eaten an actual full meal today? When’s your next shift?” He glanced over at the calendar. “There’s basketball on tonight if you want to stay and have dinner. But..you gotta help me in the garden. At least for a little bit. I still have the boots I got you in the closet.”

[johnparri]

STEPHAN JAMES by Heather Hazzan for Variety’s Power of Young Hollywood 2019 (August 2019).

[sean-castillo-davis]

mindovermattcr​:

      “The only person roasting me here is you by saying I should be roasted so, maybe he should ruin yours too, you are not that fly my friend” Alexander attacked back with a muffled laugh, rolling his eyes dramatically. His fashion sense (or lack thereof) had always been a source of mockery and ridicule from his close friends, so the teasing wasn’t exactly new to the agent. If anything, in his eyes, it was endearing to know they were close enough to feel comfortable joking around, that they were friends and not only colleagues. The blond rolled his eyes once more “Are you, though? Are you really?” his lips curled up into a smirk.  

      Pollux was left unchained as the three began to walk across the lake, coexisting in harmony as they were so used to, Pol walking right between them while excitedly looking around. “I get that. And I could lie to you and tell you they don’t take a lot of your space but I like you enough to not lie to your face so; if you do ever choose to get a dog just know your home will belong to them and you’ll be only a roommate who pays for everything. They’ll thank you in cuddles and maybe fetching things from you” Alex smiled, nodding along to Sean’s words “Yeah, everyone always told me how a big of a responsibility it was to raise a dog, never understood until I got Pol. Hey, you can dog sit any time you want, see if you like it and then make a decision if you really do wanna get one for yourself. Or you can just borrow him whenever you need to, god knows my shoes would appreciate it” the blue-eyed grinned widely at his friend as the dog’s step quickened, distracted by the wildlife. At the other’s question, Alexander quickly scoffed. “Kicking my ass. Helicopter parents, man. They are another freaking breed” he sighed, even if a newly found part of him could understand better now, he could understand the urge of wanting to be involved in your daughter’s or son’s life; his features sobered every so slightly, if only for a couple seconds before returning his attention to his friend “What about you? Can’t get tired of changing kid’s lives?”

*

"I am absolutely great company and excuse you, I am super fly, I put a lot of thought into these outfits, alright?” Sean laughed softly at Alex’s response, appreciating their banter and friendship. Beyond both being in education, Sean was trying to make sure that he did more to be an active friend to all the people around him, Alexander included. He knew that Alexander knew he was just joking and the joke on him made him laugh even more, causing him to smooth down his shirt and do a little spin. “See? Pure style man. BUt don’t make me put out a student survey to prove you wrong,” he teased and nudged him lightly before his attention went back to Pollux. God, to be a dog and feel so free. What a feeling that might be, he thought. 

“Well I appreciate you not lying to me but that’d be great actually, getting to dog sit. Not just for the experience but I’d be happy to take him off your hands for a little bit. I mean I’ll definitely lock up my shoes but I think you kind of spoke to my point. Like as cute and cuddly as they are, me and my space are intimately connected, you know? Maybe that’s selfish of me but,” he shrugged, knowing a lot of it had to do with the years in foster care not having a space and then the years growing up where he mostly shared a room with his brother until he was away and at college. And even then he had a roommate. Getting his house had been one of the happiest moments of his life. He nodded along as he laughed, knowing exactly what Sean was talking about. “I hear you, I have this one mom who calls me about her son almost every day. It’s always the ones who don’t need to be worried about who call the most. I want to be like, Ma’am, I am a guidance counselor, not a miracle worker.” He let out a soft laugh and shrugged. “It’s honestly pretty nice right now, not as many fires to put out though with teenagers, there’s always some kind of drama. One of my favorite students, she’s wonderful but she let’s stupid boys distract her too often. She was already in my office crying about some basketball player. I tried to tell her boys aren’t worth it but I’m not totally sure she agrees. Teenager drama is next level and man social media has made our jobs better and worse all the same.” 

[sean-castillo-davis]

Text 📲 Audra 💼

Audra: Why anyone would want to be a teacher and actually go back, is beyond me. But that is good, that they have someone like you that cares. It would have been nice if there was someone like that when I was that age. Maybe I wouldn't have done a lot of the stupid things and just avoid the mess altogether.

Audra: A jock huh? What did you play? Don't tell me, the star quarterback of the football team? Well, I was the girl that tutored kids and then fell asleep in the library because I did not want to go home. And hey now, I don't have a twin, but it seems hard, like you're always comparing yourself, only ten times harder because they're a part of you.

Audra: I can do the hand jive! I taught it to myself after seeing that movie. Not a big accomplishment. I would like to see you, full-blown Broadway, singing-in-the-rain, in a Pink Ladies jacket.

Audra: And you are always invited to my place, but it doesn't have nearly as nice of a kitchen as yours. Plus my cat, Kafka, is a jealous. And no, please no... I mean yes, but I sustain myself on milk tea and pretzels so it's fine, I'm fine. Should I start packing you lunches, extra cookies so you can share them with your friends and also make new ones???

Sean: Hahah I suppose to be the change we needed, or at least I hope that's why most of us come back. Some people just do it so they can have summers off lol oh yeah? what kind of stupid stuff are we talking here? If you wouldn't mind sharing...

Sean: HA Football Quarterback is a funny one. Basketball and Hockey, actually. Though Basketball was always more of a favorite for me. I could see us being friends, I mean Id didnt need a tutor but Id definitely run into you in the library. You know I love me some books. I'd probably be the guy waking you up in the library. A jock and a tutor, isn't that a typical meet cute? And yeah, it could be, but Zay and I have never really been in competition. I think it's one of my favorite things about us, to be honest. It's always been us against the world so it's a little easier to not get in that headspace.

Sean: Uh and I would very much like to see your hand jive. I can actually picture you in my head singing Grease Lightning. Oh yeah? I mean I'd absolutely rock a Pink Ladies jacket. My personal favorite is There are Worse things I could do. Stockard Channing is a legend.

Sean: 🤣🤣 actually yes, I would love extra cookies, my friends say I bring the best snacks! Anyway, you say you're fine but all I hear is "yes sean please make sure im fed"

[sean-castillo-davis]

gtfophil·:

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Ophelia listened with a sly smile on her face as he spoke, catching himself rambling just as she began to suspect he was, giving him a quick shake of her head. “Don’t cut yourself so short, Sean. You’re an attractive guy, and you definitely have great taste.” Her hand flicked up in the air, pointing into the air to indicate she was speaking of the music. “And if you’re making coffee over the stove just for little ole’ me, then one has to wonder what you’d do for someone you really like.” A grin past her features before the scent of the fresh coffee grounds made her eyes flutter shut with a deep inhale. “Two creams, one sugar.” Phil replied instinctively, forgetting for a moment that she wasn’t ordering her drink at the cafe for a change. “Or, you know, whatever’s equivalent.” she joked, rolling her eyes at herself.

*

Sean could feel the heat on his face deepening the more she spoke. He knew she knew the kind of impact she had but it was never not overwhelming. Not that he was complaining, he just couldn’t remember a time where he hadn’t blushed around her. “Ah well my taste in music is what I pride myself on. Cream and sugar is something I can do, though, I told you I take my coffee seriously.” He smiled and thought of Zay would do so he winked at her before turning back to the coffee, mugs, laughing at himself. Could he even pull that off? He hummed softly as they fixed up the coffees and sat back with her, holding up his mug before he blew on the liquid and took a sip. “So..what’s the verdict? Better than Starbucks, or what?” He laughed softly, and kept his eyes on the mug for a second. “I was serious though, about the question, would you want to maybe..go out some time? For dinner?”