#ft. javier

[lanachap]

"It's a typical male thing," Lana commented, her hand naturally went to rest on Sonny's side when the younger woman leaned in. "Hide their emotions and then blame you for not knowing." Even more dramatically now, Lana leaned into Sonny's face and very animatedly rolled her eyes. The things Javier had said to her, how deeply he had cut her down, still rang in her ears.

Not once did her body miss a beat of the music, she hit every single one, and felt zero shame enjoying herself on the dance floor with the most unlikely companion.

It seemed she was doomed to experience men that couldn't ask her to stay, or tell her they wanted her or needed her. There were a few fleeting years where Lana had gotten the taste of someone that didn't play games and was unabashed in being open about how they felt about her. It'd been scary for Lana at first, but it had felt so wonderful. Being without that now after it having touched her heart was almost painful to walk through this life.

"Apparently me always showing up on his door, always being the one reaching out to him," she went on as they moved fluidly together, like they'd been girlfriends that had decades of history going out dancing together. "That meant I was using him. Apparently I treated him as just a body, a means to release, a temporary comfort... because that was all he told me he'd wanted." Frustrated and feeling those emotions of hurt and anger slip into the movements of her body she tried to shake it out of her head.

It may have been a him problem but it had really hurt Lana. He'd actually meant a great deal to her and had been the one place she'd gone to when life had pained her.

When the song changed and Sonny showed no signs of vacating the dance floor, she continued to move with the other woman. In fact she tried to forget about the elephant in the room hanging behind the bar. Instead she enjoyed the way the movement and exertion made her body feel — loose and free. Sonny's comments roused a smirk along with an arched brow. "What dangerous decisions are going on behind those mysterious eyes of yours?" If the younger woman was looking for trouble then she didn't doubt she could find it in here.

For a moment she worried that meant she'd expected Shane to walk in. That maybe she'd heard he was dropping in tonight. But then Lana figured Sonny wouldn't be dancing with her like this if that were true. The idea alone was enough for a fleeting glance at the doors, though.

With a laugh she easily twirled at Sonny's lead and initiative. She spun and slipped around behind Sonny for a moment, her hands resting on the younger woman's hips while they matched rhythms. Then she made her way back around in front so they were face to face again. "Definitely reckless..." Lana could only imagine the talk that would spread, but for right then she couldn't care less. "The trouble is yet to be seen. That'll be in the aftermath."

In a heart piercing moment Lana was brought down for speaking too soon. Javier appeared, something dark and hungry in his expression as he interrupted them and focused solely on Sonny. She wet her lips and brushed her hair back as she took a step back. Something about the scene sobered her into reality. That little hint of fear that she'd somewhat confessed earlier to Sonny was being realized, and Javier had literally slipped between them to do it. With his back to her.

The movement of her body tapered until she went still in the middle of a dancing crowd. Did he hate her this much? Was this what she deserved in his mind?

There was no mistaking the hurt in her expression. Not this woman. Any woman but this one. Even if she and Sonny were getting along, there was no erasing that she was Shane's ex and baby mama. Each flirtatious comment and inch forward he took in to Sonny's space was building up something catastrophic, something there'd be no way back from.

This was lower than low, no matter how hurt Javier felt.

Another step back and a dancer collided with her. They'd cursed at Lana at first, annoyed, but when they'd realized who she was they reacted out of concern. "Hey, you alright, Lana, honey?" She was staring at Sonny and Javier like it was something so twisted and ugly. "Yeah," she replied to the man now taking her arm, "I just..." Her heart was pounding and there was a ringing in her ears. "I need to get the fuck out of here."

The hold on her arm pulled her a little closer to the man, Lana was in a state of betrayal and shock, she was unaware if it were a protective or possessive move. Like someone stunned and out of sorts she just kind of moved where she was taken. She actually wished now, more than anything, that Shane would walk in and see what she was seeing. Or that maybe he would care enough to drag her away from this horrific scene in front of her.

Sonny lets herself be tugged, the weight of the moment shedding off her shoulders like a too-heavy coat she hadn't realized she'd been wearing. The music pulses under her feet, in her chest, up through her fingertips—and something about Lana’s energy, all defiant and radiant and alive, makes it impossible not to move with her.

Although, Sonny hadn’t missed the flash of pain in Lana’s eyes only a few minutes ago. Having spent so much time perfecting her own vanishing act not to notice when someone else pulls the same trick, Sonny took note. The words "I was" echo louder than the music for a breath or two, and Sonny almost—almost—reaches out for her again, if only to say something softer, more careful. But then the song changes, and Lana lets go of the past with a wink and a sway of her hips, and Sonny decides to just follow her lead.

There’d be plenty time to unpack the drama later. "What’s reckless about dancing?" Sonny repeats with a low, teasing laugh, stepping into the rhythm with Lana like it was a lover she hadn’t seen in a while. “Plenty, if you do it right.”

The beat drops harder then, and Sonny lets her shoulders roll back, the edges of her smirk returning as she lets her hips match the rhythm, loose and unapologetic. Her dark curls bounce freely now, catching the warm, flickering bar lights as they move.

When she finally turns to face Lana more fully, one brow lifts with mock challenge. “You say fuck him like you mean it,” she observes over the music, “but that little eye roll afterward? That's a bit more loaded, babe.” Her voice is low and wry, but not unkind. “Still…” she leans in closer, breath warm against Lana’s ear as the tempo picks up, “...if he’s stupid enough to let you slip through his fingers, that sounds more like a him problem than a you-one.”

Sonny pulls back just enough to meet Lana’s gaze again—eyes sharp and playful. “I, on the other hand,” she adds, stepping into a slow, teasing spin, “plan on making very smart decisions tonight. Dangerous, maybe. But smart.” She moves with more intention now—loose-limbed but purposeful—like each movement is its own unspoken message. She isn’t just dancing anymore. She's speaking in rhythm. And every word is directed at Lana.

As the chorus hits, Sonny leans forward, matching Lana’s pace, the space between them charging with laughter and something a little darker that shimmers just beneath it. “So?” she asks, breathless and smiling. “You still think this isn’t reckless?” There's a grin, before she loops a playful finger in the hem of Lana’s sleeve and they twirl away again. “Because I think this might be exactly the kind of trouble I was hoping for when I walked in here tonight.”

Just then, Sonny slips back into the rhythm, her laughter blending with the music, while Lana matches her energy beat for beat—both of them fluid, unbothered, and electric. For a moment, it almost feels like nothing outside of this small, pulsing world between them, exists. No ghosts from the past. No sharp words. Just movement and heat and the kind of trouble that feels almost holy.

But the air eventually shifts. Why? Because it has to. And, frankly Sonny feels it before she sees it—an interruption threaded with intention.

Javier steps onto the edge of the dance floor, still in his rolled-up sleeves and that damn nametag half-hanging off his chest like he’s above wearing it properly. He doesn’t say anything right away. Just stands there for a beat too long, eyes on Sonny, expression unreadable but definitely not neutral. The kind of look that knows how to get attention without even asking for it.

“Didn’t peg you for a dancer,” he says finally, voice smooth, low, and meant to carry. His gaze lingers on Sonny like she's the main act, his tone friendly—but just sharp enough to cut. Sonny’s movements slow, not stopping, but definitely clocking the change. Her brow arches as she regards him, lips curling into something unreadable. “Didn’t peg you for the interrupting type,” she fires back, cool but not cold. Not yet.

Javier grins, stepping just a little closer to the both of them, hands slipping casually into his pockets like he’s just gotten off the clock and has decided to have some fun. “Can’t help myself when something this... compelling is happening right in front of me.” He glances—just once—at Lana. Not long, but long enough to be seen. A flicker of something. A warning? Or maybe a challenge.

Sonny doesn’t miss it. And, she highly doubts Lana does either.

She’s still dancing though regardless, but her rhythm shifts—tightens. Like she’s suddenly too aware of her limbs, her breath. Like she knows exactly what this is: a game. Sonny, to her credit, plays it smooth. She doesn’t step back, but she doesn’t lean in either. Just takes one lazy turn in place and lets her eyes sweep over Javier with a look that lands somewhere between amused and unimpressed.

“You here to dance,” she asks, tilting her head, “or just to play bartender on your night off with a side of ego? Because we're not interested.” Javier laughs, genuine but laced with something Lana knows all too well—the need to provoke. His eyes flick between them again, and this time, he leans in a little closer to Sonny, if only to get a reaction out of Lana.

[halfdeadies]

[ginwalt]

Who’s gonna tell Abigail about John’s tent sleepovers with Javier?

[packagecfgirlyevil]

closed for @dcgtown char & javier 'arranged' marriage

"do you remember the pact we made sophomore year of high school?" she asked, tucking her legs underneath herself on her side of the booth. "we said if we turned thirty and weren't married, we'd get hitched. well..." she trailed off, letting him put the pieces together of what she was proposing.

[lanachap]

The tease, the playful way in which she too casually spoke to Javier clearly backfired. At first she stood there with her half smile still lingering, unexpectant of the onslaught that was to come.

It fell slowly, and it wasn't anger that rose in it's place. She wasn't one that shifted into that emotion easily. Hurt began to ease into the shock and Lana felt as though he had been trying to rip her open with each verbal strike.

There was no interruption. She simply took it. Let the man get out every bad thought and feeling he had toward her. It felt as though he'd stoned her, then dragged her in front of the church to read her to rights. Lana felt bare standing there. Emotionally.

When he left, she finally seemed to breathe and the air moving in and out of her lungs felt sharp and painful. As though she were still being stabbed with daggers.

Once she collected herself, Lana headed out of the barn and saw one of the ranch hands working out the kinks of a hose nearby. She'd asked him to finish grooming Tuck for her and to saddle him up. If she wasn't back by the time that he was ready to go then to take the gelding to the indoor arena and warm him up.

Everything about her was subdued and she wasn't sure if the hand, Ande, had overheard anything but the expression on his face was unmistakable. But a moment later Lana was at the open door of the shed. "Javier," she said his name quietly. "Tell me one time you ever told me how you felt. Tell me one time you ever told me you wanted anything from me." The reason she'd treated things between them as just sex was because that's what she understood the arrangement to be.

The lines had been blurred plenty of times, but still, Lana had constantly reminded herself not to read into anything.

"When have you ever asked me to stay? When have you ever come to me? Or turned me away?" Disappointed, not in him, but in herself, Lana's gaze cast down. "Use you..." The cry in her throat nearly choked her but after a necessary moment of steeling herself, the simple, singular shake of her head came before she forged on. "Do you have any idea how hard it's been for me to come home? To this town, to this ranch? To the legacy that everyone else set out for me?" She was practically talking to her boots then, so she lifted her gaze and her eyes were wet with tears. The expression on her face was strained.

"I thought you were my friend." Lana wiped at her cheek. "I came to you because I felt comfortable. I felt peace. I felt... wanted." Out of the majority of the town Javier hadn't looked at her with the history that had been embedded into every inch of her existence. Things she couldn't outlive or outrun. "You... looked at me." Meaning, she thought he saw her, the person. Not the famous horseman Chapman's granddaughter, not the girl who had been supposed to marry that oldest Parker kid, not the girl who walked away from her Chapman destiny. "Or... I thought you did."

Another swallow, Lana had found it difficult to maintain eye contact now. She still felt so rocked, and winded, like she was still reeling from a sucker punch that seemingly had come out of nowhere.

"I'm sorry," Lana let out genuinely, "I never meant to make you feel that way." Was she the biggest asshole in the world? Treating someone so casually when they hadn't really been engaged in the same way. If he'd been getting over her, if he'd not been the initiator all this time... what did that make of her?

"Umm," she rubbed at the back of her neck and discomfort took her a couple of steps backward, "Ande will pay you when you're done. I'll leave the cash with him." Her head bobbed slowly and her arm wrapped around her front, almost holding herself as her hand moved up and down her own arm.

"I'm sorry I didn't notice everything you fixed and have done around here. I thought it... was just a job to you. We were..." Paying you. "But... thank you." Then Lana turned and walked away, her eyes immediately began searching the distance to see if Ande had taken Tuck to the arena.

Javi scoffs -- a sound that is both short and humorless and barely escapes his throat. His eyes flick from her to the horse, to the dirt beneath their feet—anywhere but her lips or her smile, which still have the power to hit him harder than a sucker punch.

“You think this is me pissy?” he mutters, voice low but, bitter. “Damn, Lana. Maybe I’m just tired. Tired of driving out to the ass-end of nowhere to patch something up, you probably won’t even notice has been fixed. Tired of acting like we don’t have a history every time we end up in the same damn room. Or in this case, same damn barn.”

He kicks a rock out of his path, slow and deliberate, like he’s working to stay grounded despite the outburst. The heat, the silence between them, the smell of dust and horses and her—it’s all getting under his skin in that slow, familiar way it always does.

His gaze finally cuts to hers, and it’s sharp. Measured. Controlled only because he knows if he lets it loose, it’ll turn into something too messy to wrangle back in again.

“You pop in and out of my life like it’s some kind of revolving door. I don’t get a heads-up, I don’t get closure—hell, half the time I don’t even get a goddamn goodbye. Just you... gone. Then suddenly, you’re back at my door. Still looking like sin in boots. Still acting like nothing happened. And I’m just supposed to fix you and this porch while I smile and pretend like we didn’t just burn half the sheets at my place the last time you vanished without a word.”

His voice softens, just barely, as if a gust of wind could knock it over. “You always make it seem like I’m the one who needs to get over it or let it go. But it’s YOU who keeps coming back after I've just learned how to get over you.”

Javi takes a step toward her then—just one. Close enough to smell the citrus shampoo he’d once teased her about, close enough to remember how she used to tuck her face into his neck when the world got too heavy for her to bear.

“You say you wanna know what’s on my mind?” He tilts his head, lips twitching—not quite a smile, not quite not. “Well, maybe I’m just wondering how many more times you think I’m gonna let you use me before I finally wise up.” Though, maybe he already has.

Because he turns just then, not waiting on her answer as he stalks toward the side shed as promised, pulling a pair of gloves from his back pocket like it’s the only thing in the world right now demanding his attention.

“Don’t worry I’ll get what I need,” he mutters. “Won’t bother your horse. Or you.”

[fclsehearted]

featuring: javier alvarez ( @violentcnds )

She felt him before she saw him—that particular shift in the air that always came with Javier Alvarez walking into a room. Not loud. Never loud. But felt. Like heat from a flame you forgot was burning too close.

Rosa didn’t turn her head right away. Let him come to her. She was perched at the edge of some marble-topped bar the hotel was too proud of, swirling champagne she didn’t like just for something to do with her hand. The low light played nice with the sheen of her dress, and she knew exactly how she looked in it.

“I was starting to think you wouldn’t show,” she said, voice honeyed with just a trace of bite. “Thought maybe the work kept you late. Some poor soul needing reminding not to speak out of turn.”

Only then did she glance over her shoulder, that slow drag of her gaze a deliberate thing. A smile bloomed—half fondness, half fire. “You clean up alright,” Rosa added, tilting her head, eyes flicking over his collar, his shoulders, the set of his jaw. “For a man who once told me he hated these things more than he hated the heat in Manila.”

She shifted, crossed her legs, and leaned back against the bar with all the ease of someone holding court. “Be honest with me, mi vida, did you come to keep an eye on me… or just to see what kind of trouble I’d get into without you?” Of course she knew that attendance was practically mandatory and had nothing to do with her, but a woman could always stand to have her ego padded.

[moonamite]

Mrs Rios, mama Rios, Carmine, “Maneater”

[firefighterrojas]

Talk about a happy memory you share with your dad.

“We used to spend a lot of time together down by Fisher’s Cove and there was this one time not long after his diagnosis. We were out on the dock fishing as we did most of the time and he stands up all of a sudden, leaves his phone and car keys on his chair and announces the last one into the water had to walk home. I thought he was pulling my leg and then next thing I know he’s diving into the water and splashing the water back at me. I laughed until my belly hurt, joined him in the water and good to his word he made me walk home sopping wet from the lake.”

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[ultrcviolet]

❝           never said i didn't. ❞ the fact that she agreed she deserved the treatment only added salt to the wound. if she had been feeling a little more of the invincible she had claimed to be just a few nights ago, maeve probably wouldn't have been so prickly. could have accepted the attempt at comfort without having to search for the dark side of it. ❝ but maybe that’s all we are. i'm a parasite and you don't care. ❞ the sarcastic chuckle falling from her lips as maeve shook her head. ❝ what a fucking match, huh ? ❞

maeve's ability to swiftly turn the tables struck a chord, reminding javeri of the words he'd spewed out in the heat of the moment. despite not meaning what he had said, javi knew he had lashed out in anger and wished he hadn't, but his wounded pride prevented him from apologising. and in the end, if they weren't friends, then he had nothing to be sorry for — that's how it works, right ? " you deserved it... " his arms crossed over his chest, teeth gnawing into his lower lip. " besides, i didn't start this, you did. "

[atticuscortes]

be honest do you think you're the hottest firefighter?

"If you have to refer to yourself as the hottest firefighter, then it's probably not true and is honestly a little sad. I would know, because I hear Angel saying it all the time to himself in the mirror, and it's like...depressing as shit, actually. But if you happen to have on good authority that other people think that you're the hottest firefighter...who am I--I mean, who are you to tell the people that they're wrong, you know? Sorry, boys."

ft. @firefighterrojas / @nomadjones / @hcnter / @javicastillo

send me “be honest…” with a question your muse has been dying to ask mine and they’ll answer truthfully.

[ulyflynn]

🌹 — roses in bloom!

🌹 — roses in bloom! for a headcanon about a time my muse gifted or received roses/flowers of some sort, and what that meant to them.

"I bought Edie's mom flowers on Christmas Day the first one I was invited to as her boyfriend to say sorry for Christmas Eve. We didn't really do holidays in the trailer growing up so I think it all got a bit overwhelming for me. I ended up getting into it with Edie's oldest brother Bruno, who rightfully dragged my ass outside when I told him it would a better Christmas the year after because he'd probably be coming home from active duty in a box and no one would have to hear his whiny bitch voice correcting me on how I talk. He should have kicked the shit out of me in the front yard for that, but Goldie and Javi wouldn't let him."

"Spent the whole next morning looking for somewhere that was open so I could get the fucking flowers. I don't like flowers so they were probably shitty ones but Goldie's too classy to say that. Still let me come to dinner that day too and let me keep dating her daughter. She's always been real good to me when she didn't have to be." @edietello

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚��𝐨𝐧𝐬 ;  𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 …  ( 𝒓𝒆𝒅 )

[nanamimizz-archived]

i understood that javier was very strong - at the least very fit because of the nature of the life he lives w that gang but tbh it’s really gone over my head how strong he is until rn

[jawbrkrs]

letting him go was never an option, feeling a weight life from her shoulders and his emotions spilled. she couldn't move. heavy gaze stuck on him, watching as his head dip just enough to feel the ghost of his breathe against her lips. manicured nails wrapped into the curls at the nape of his neck, holding onto the fine hair just to make sure this was all real. hearing his tender words, her own breathe caught in her throat. for a moment she swore she forgot how to breathe. " i want you too. " finally admitting what she had been holding in for, far too long. let's be honest.. she came with a lot of strings, each one woven with grief, and moments of bliss he had always seemed to stick around for no matter what. there were no words to convey how she really felt, instead letting her lips do the talking as she closed the already limited space between them. her tongue mingled with his in a slow dance, tilting her head to re-capture his lips again and again. "

Jolts of electricity dances on his fingertips while his heartbeat drummed wildly at every pulse point in his body. Complications were something to shy from, but if he were being honest with himself and her, there was nothing complicated about where the night had taken them. "It doesn't have to be." He cared for her and as far he knew, a part of her cared for him too. In the end, maybe that could be more than enough. Javi turned his head and lips fell gracefully against her skin. The smell of her perfume filled his head and after a few shallow breaths, he turned his gaze to meet with softest brown hues he'd ever known. "What I want," he hummed quietly, voice barely audible as he dared to dip lower, the space between them almost entirely diminished, "is you, Cyn. Every part of you. Every string."

[borawinters]

bora 📲 javier.

Bora: You're a firefighter, right?

[nomadjones]

👀 + what has been the best part about being on the firefighting squad?

"Best part is not just having people you have to work with that you tolerate, but they feel like family too. I trust those guys with my life. Literally." @firefighterrojas @javicastillo @hcnter

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[aresenics]

 𝒻𝑜𝓇  :   @dxncingxnmyown !

𝔣𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤  :   wolfram   &    javier   .

𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟  :  palace infirmary .

𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄, avoiding the passing of guards & nurses that would demand he return to his chambers should he be spotted. the lectures were a bore of semantics by that point, teeth bared in silent threat — even with injury he'd make sure to leave them with some kind of reminder should they lay a hand on him. nothing would diverge him from viewing the wagner clan's eldest, a stark comparison to the ' passionate ' conversations the two had ( or lack thereof ) when he'd been of sound mind. in retrospect, it could be seen as a warning; a tale as old as time to never take anything for granted. what was once here could be gone in a flash. though, wolfram was never one for fairytales, nor were the wagners a shining example of well - rounded listeners. it's what made their rapport, after all. by the time he's reached the patriarch's medical quarters there's a doctor that halts him with a palm against his chest, quick to be shoved aside & dismissing anything that comes out his mouth. he's closing the door behind him with a click of lock, rounding the bed as hands clutch the railings for a second of stability. he's catching his breath, pain ricocheting from his ankle to the ceiling of his brain. ❛ it's me, ❜ he announces, as if the commotion couldn't have potentially stirred him. ❛ it's wolf. ❜ he tries again, doorknob jiggling as staff attempt to pry it open, to tell him off about the king needing rest if he is going to recuperate & regain consciousness. ❛ laurie's worried about you. won't stop coming to see me, man. we gotta trade shifts. you take him one hour and the next. and the next. then i'll take him for a quarter of an hour. seems fair. ❜ it's the most he's ever talked — ( without the presence of a certain russian, coaxing out any noun or verb that he could get ). there's an air of quiet as the rattling stops. he's left with the very thing he'd remain festered in since adolescence: silence. though this time, for the first in many years, it unnerves him. ❛ i swear to christ javi. ❜ a nickname that doesn't befall his lips often, though used by others on the daily, renders the moment . . odd. he doesn't add anything more, a simple warning for him to wake up. to fight. to stay. or else. ❛ du bist in ordnung. ❜ he mumbles, as if to assure the man as he waits there, for hours upon if he needs to. in a hush.