#jamesoncastello

[kieranhales]

Kieran was thankful he managed to find an open bar the week after he returned to Wilmington. Being mindful, he knew things were still trying to return to normal and people were still assessing the damage that had been done--but there was one thing most adults could agree on: alcohol was a perfect distraction. He walked into the bar tonight with no other plan but to drink a few and drive home, nothing too wild for him. But, the bar seemed a bit rowdier than normal, which was unusual. Kieran pushed his way through the crowd to make his way to the bar, ordering himself a drink and taking a seat. He sighs heavily, rubbing his hands over his face before turning to his left. And then, he almost has to stop himself from slipping out of his chair.

Kieran was a stranger to flirting with men he found attractive, it was quite a regular occurrence for him. But, he just wanted someone to talk to tonight--why not a cute guy? He approaches the man once his friend, a tall female, disappears into the crowd, trying his best not to look like he was seeking him out. He didn’t know what he was trying for, but it had been so long since he found himself in this setting--in this kind of situation. “Uh, hey. Looks like you’ve had a rough week--let me buy you a drink?” Kieran asks, hoping he wasn’t embarrassing himself.

@jamesoncastello​

[emmycahillarchive]

WHERE: sirena’s place. WHO: @jamesoncastello​ & emmy.

She hadn’t called first. She had a really bad habit of just sort of... popping in on people in times of dire need. It was her way of asking for help without having to actually ask for it. So, armed with several grocery bags full of junk food ranging from salty to sweet, she found herself in front of Sirena’s door. A break from the beach house with someone more likely to roast her than try to offer advice sounded like exactly what Emmy needed. 

So when she knocked on the door and took a step back to wait, the very last person she expected to see as it swung open was Jaime. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” she heard herself groaning, rolling her eyes heavenward as if to say really, God? 

[verabrooks]

Strip club? The single texted flashed on her screen like a warning sign, reminding her that she should go to bed and stop letting Jaime text her at such an ungodly hour. The ungodly hour only being eleven in the evening. Still, Vera needed her sleep. 

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.” She sighs, crossing her arms over her chest as Jaime led her inside with a hand grasping her arm. “You could have just came by yourself--you don’t even need me here.” She pleads, still allowing herself to be dragged inside the club. There was time when Vera would outright refuse a request like this for anyone else. But truthfully, there was no one else in her life that would text her that question in the middle of the night. Only Jaime. 

“There’s like, a billion other things we could be doing right now.” Vera rambled on, no idea how to shut her mouth for the first time in her life. She was stalling, trying to find some reason to leave. “Like, fucking face masks or something.”

(@jamesoncastello​)

[markusroman]

Markus always let his frustration out at the gym. Anger, sadness, hell--even if he was itching for a hookup. Working out always helped. He’d ran through his set like normal. It was the only thing he didn’t have to worry about fucking up--not like everything else. He’d been so focused on his health and figure lately, the gym was a daily routine. Plus, he enjoyed the attention from both the men and women. 

He heads for the showers at the end of his work out, the feeling of having to drive home sweaty would make him go insane. Plus, the showers were never too occupied--people being too scared to shower in the company of other people, even with the privacy it allowed. Markus could care less. If someone wanted to stare at his ass, than so be it.

He wraps the towel around his waist as he exits the shower, heading straight for the sinks with his toiletry bag. He shakes his hair out slightly, running a hand through it. And despite the constant, wondering eyes of people--Markus always knew when people were watching.

“Like what you see?” Markus teases, grin growing into a smirk.

(@jamesoncastello)

[verabrooks]

closed starter for @jamesoncastello​

Vera hates that she never goes out, as much as she enjoys staying in. She’s never been on a date, never hung out with a friend outside of work or their own living spaces. Although, Vera was guilty of never making the effort to actually go out either. People just weren’t worth it to her. So, now she’s conflicted--wondering why she even made plans with Jameson. She hates hanging out with people she doesn’t know, not that he was a complete stranger. But, Vera isn’t the type of person to go out of her way to hang out with people she barely knows anything about. Yet, here she was, making plans. She left the deciding up to him though, knowing how indecisive she can be. She just told him to meet up with her at noon wherever he picks. 

The Copper Penny seemed like a decent enough choice. She had only been a couple times, but she was sure that Jaime had never been. She arrives before him, even though she’s on time. Vera doesn’t mind. She orders herself a drink and sips, watching occasionally out the window for her newfound friend. It suddenly made her think of her tattoo and how quickly it was healing, but god was it itchy. They say getting the tattoo is the worst part, but it’s the healing that really sucks. Vera’s train of thought is broken when she hears the chimes from above the entrance, pulling her attention to the person walking through the door. “Hey, over here.” She tells him, watching him glance around until his eyes fell on her.

[emmycahillarchive]

2 - and don't you dare say the potato song, I'm actually making you think for this one

Happy to Be Here by Julien Baker:

If I could do what I wantI'd become an electricianI'd climb inside my headAnd I'd rearrange the wires in my brainA different me would be inhabiting this bodyHave two cars, a garage, a jobAnd I would go to church on Sunday

A diagram of faulty circuitryExplains how I was madeAnd now the engineer is listeningAs I voice all my complaintsFrom an orchestra of shaking metal keeping me awakeI was just wondering if there was any way that you made a mistake

Because I miss it the way that I miss nicotineIf it makes me feel better, how bad can it be?Well I heard there's a fix for everythingThen why, then why, then whyThen why not me?

[verabrooks]

♥ - family headcanon

♥ - family headcanon

Vera never had siblings, never had close friends. She’d always remained at a safe distance from everyone. Jaime somehow managed to maneuver his way into her life and she hasn’t pushed him out, he’s just became a part of her. She doesn’t consider him a brother, at this point (it’s something much more). She loves him, really--but it would only ever be platonic. She couldn’t standing dating the fool. It would be a mess. He’s probably the first and last boy she ever brings home to her parents.

[verabrooks]

★ - sad headcanon

★ - sad headcanon

The good thing about their relationship: they’re amazing at comforting each other. Any time Jaime is upset or sad, all Vera has to do is cuddle up with him on the couch and play with his hair (sometimes braid it) and talk to him to keep his mind off of the things that were making him upset. And for Vera, all Jaime has to do is make a joke that’s funny enough to make her laugh. Sometimes he’ll even take the risk of jokingly booping her on the nose, which never fails to make her smile--despite how much she hates it.