risen from ashes

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“If nothing else, I hope you know that I’m here for you. Even though we want different things. Even though love wasn’t enough. When you call, I’ll answer. When you scream, I’ll listen. When you need, I’ll give. When it comes to you, I don’t know how not to.”

— (via yourhandwrittenletter)

[themarissaharrisxn]

realdylanadams‌:

Things had felt off since her business had left town. Abel was the closest thing to a best friend that Dylan had and it felt like a hole had formed where he once was in her life. This was part of the reason she didn’t get close to people, they always ended up leaving eventually. But when one door closes, another one opens. She still had Marissa and Ainsley though so at least she had them. The three still held control over most of the town and now they were three badass women in charge. But it was Marissa she wanted to check up on and make sure she was ok. Not that she and Abel were very serious yet, but Dylan was sure she would be feeling that hole without him as well. Walking into Queens was always a trip, she didn’t need a reservation or anything, she was always welcome. It didn’t take long to find the owner but she stopped by the bar to order herself a double of some W&W before going over to her. “Marissa,” she greeted her with a smile as she sat down across the table from her. “This place has really turned out. I’m impressed.”

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Marissa had chosen to deal with the fact that both Abel and Shane had left Dayton in the same week by ignoring it. Quite frankly, she was fucking done trying to find someone to live out her childish fantasy of a stable relationship with. As a wise man had once told her; ‘grief is the price we pay for love’. She was over grief and, consequentially, over love. Was there pain buried deep down inside her still? Yes, of course. But, she was done allowing that pain to spiral her. From now on, everyone was staying at arms distance. Her heart was no longer on her sleeve. 

There was another person whom she knew shared that very same sentiment. Dylan Adams. The two had become extremely efficient business partners, and had even shared one or two steamy nights together, but had never really got to know one another as friends. It was a lucky roll of the fortune die that the very person that had been on Marissa’s mind walked into Queen’s. “Dylan,” she returned the greeting as warmly as it was received. “Thank you, although if I’ve only impressed you then I clearly have a few more levels of my game to step up into,” she teased with a smirk before standing up from her seat. “Come and see my office, I’ve had the rest of the fixtures finished and the furniture polished up.”. Marissa led Dylan across the balcony and into her large office that overlooked the speakeasy. 

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realcarsonmartin‌:

Looking over at the woman who replied to her, Carson cocked her head to the side slightly. She didn’t look the type of come to something like this. “Well, I wouldn’t be on my phone if something worthy of my attention happened,” she replied but still found herself slipping her phone her pocket like someone who was just caught texting in the middle of class. But maybe that was because an insanely hot woman was giving her attention more than the words she had said. “See, I was thinking about it, going over there, start fucking with them and get something fun happening. But then I realized that would be a lot of work for, what, five minutes of entertainment. I need something more exciting to happen than that. I’m starting to think the things I heard about this town were wrong.”

“Seems like you have yourself in a little catch-22 loop there then,” Riss commented with an arched brow before turning a little more in her seat towards Carson. It wasn’t until she had a good look at the other woman that she recognized her from the University. “You’re the soccer coach, right? Up at DUV?” She asked before taking the last knock of her drink, tapping the bar for another before eyeing up the two guys the other was talking about. “They look like fuckin’ frat guys. I mean, one of them is wearing chinos and the other has some kind of-- what even are they? Jean capris? Japris?” Marissa chuckled before rolling her eyes. “You’re in the wrong place if you’re after interesting entertainment.”.

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alyx-sawyer‌:

It was Alyx’s day off work and he was walking through town with his sleeping daughter in the stroller in front of him. Bored out of his mind, he wandered along the street trying to figure out where to go. Eventually, he came to a coffee shop and managed to navigate his way inside to queue up and order a coffee. It was busy and after managing to order a coffee, he found himself a seat by the window, he placed the coffee down and moved his daughter’s stroller by the side of him and smiled at the person at the table nearby. “ Don’t worry about being quiet, this kid could sleep through a hurricane.” He chuckled

Marissa needed a mid-afternoon pick me up. That’s why she was stood in the queue of The Grind, mindlessly replying to E-mails from her phone. It was annoyingly busy for 3.30pm, and it took her a good few minutes over wandering around before she found a free table by the window. Riss liked to drink her coffee in the shop, rather than taking it to-go, because she knew if she took it back to the office it would just get left and go cold. The man taking his seat a few meters from her caught her eye. Not only because he was rather nice to look at but also because for some reason, he looked familiar. She must have been staring because he decided to strike up a conversation. “Oh-- I wasn’t planning on making much noise anyway. I don’t tend to go shouting about in coffee shops,” she joked with a small chuckle. “This is going to sound really weird if I’m wrong here but-- you’re not by chance a Firefighter, are you?” Riss asked, brain working on a hunch to figure out how she knew his face.

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realcarsonmartin‌:

Carson loved to party; any excuse to get cross faded and have a little fun after work. There was nothing better than a good ass party to let off some steam. But this party? This was not it. She had been there for about half an hour and the “rager” she was told about turned out to be more of kick back with shitty IPAs and dude bros trying to relive their shitty frat years. Carson had spent most of the time she had been there on her phone because she was so bored. But the last thing she wanted was to go back to her apartment alone without even a good story to tell at practice tomorrow. Where was one of those wild Scotty parties when she needed them? “If something exciting doesn’t happen soon, I’m going start a fight between those guys just for something fun to watch,” she said the the person next to her.

Marissa both owned and had vested interest in plenty of places to feed her vices. But, it was difficult to really allow yourself to let loose and relax in your own establishments without the innate feeling of being watched creeping up on you. That’s why Marissa had come to this ‘raging party’ at one of the smaller bars in town. She had only been there for three drinks, and quite frankly was becoming dangerously bored. Sat in between a woman on her phone and a man who had decided after a single stern look that Marissa wasn’t about to be won over with cheesy pickup lines, Riss just sat, drank, and people watched. People were so fucking weird. Then, the woman to her right said something. “This party might be a little more interesting if there weren’t so many people glued to their fuckin’ phones,” she quipped before finally gracing her neighbor with eye contact. “Why wait? You’re the one who wants the entertainment, go out there and make it, darling.”. 

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realshanemartis‌:

One day, maybe Shane would unpack all of the things that had happened between her and Marissa. True to Shane’s nature, she preferred to bottle everything up and move on. Marissa had lived inside a tiny bottle for so long that when they reunited here in Dayton, she couldn’t help that the bottle exploded. The glimmer of what once was and what could have been. It made things so much messier. Part of it could have been because Shane was denying her feelings for Meredith. Of course, if she actually dealt with her emotions in a healthy way, maybe she would learn how to act normally around Marissa without feeling the awkward tension between them. 

She listened as Marissa read her like an open book. There really was no one who knew her as well as Marissa did. The two had been through so much and Marissa knew all the dark twisted parts of Shane’s history. And she wasn’t wrong. Shane was a self sabotager. She’s ruined so much in her life and always made excuses for why she did it. Flicking the ash off her cigarette, she said those two weeks that were harder to say than a confession of feelings, “you’re right.” She rolled her eyes as she said it; even with swallowing her pride, she was still Shane. And then Marissa brought up the one topic she still wasn’t comfortable talking about. She bit her lower lips and shook her head slightly. “Not yet… I just. It’s a lot, you know? She doesn’t know all the shit I’ve done… What if its too much for her? What if I tell her and she… I just don’t want to scare her away.” She could tell she was starting to spiral and ramble, her eyes fell to her shoes. A deep breath through her nose and flicked the butt of her cigarette off into the alley. “I just don’t want to fuck it up.” 

There was no one who knew her like Shane did, and Marissa liked to think that that sentiment was reciprocated the other way around too. It was impossible, after everything that they had both been through, that they weren’t each other’s deepest, darkest secret holders. Hayden was a close second when it came to knowing Marissa. But, even he didn’t know how her mind worked the way Shane did. It was why, even though this fucking hurt, neither of them was willing to lose one another. That kind of mutual understanding and growth was really a once in a lifetime sort. It wasn’t worth throwing away because of someone else.

“I’m always right,” she joked with a smirk and raised brow before dropping her expression back down to a soft frown as she saw that tint to Shane’s eyes. “Stop,” Riss said softly yet firmly. “Stop beating yourself up for things that haven’t even happened yet, Shane...” She sighed a little before closing the gap between them just a little bit, not wanting to speak quite as loud as she knew Shane would hate for any prying ears to eavesdrop this conversation. “I know all the shit you’ve done, don’t I? More or less, anyway... Hell, I walked in on you getting arrested and taken away by the cops, and sure we had a messy as fuck relationship for the last five years but that’s because of Delilah, not you. What I’m tryin’ to say, is-- I know all this shit about you, Shane, and I still love you. Your diagnosis doesn’t change any of my feelings about you, and it never has...” She smiled sadly, brows furrowing. “The only thing I can see happening from you opening up to Meredith and telling her is that she’ll get a better understanding of-- who you are, and why it’s all been so messy up until now... And fucking hell, if she turns around and the worst happens and she can’t take it then I will not hesitate to drag her ass down the street by her hair for you, because fuck that,” she chuckled in attempt to lighten the mood. “But, I really can’t see that happening. Don’t hide who you are, Shane... I love you for every bad decision, every fucked up twist and turn of our story and for your BPD... And she will too.”.

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aaronhart93‌:

Aaron knew that he could trust Marissa with just about anything. Hell, if he didn’t would he have packed up everything and moved his family across the entire country. Aaron had never left New York before. It was his comfort zone, and he knew that good and brave business decisions couldn’t be made without getting a little bit out of his comfort zone. New territory equals new money. Aaron was known in New York for his lavish clubs and expensive lifestyle. He could barely walk down the streets of the Upper East Side, without being stopped by someone who knew him from his clubs, his show, any of his work in porn, or just from hearing his name around town. He was determined that, in no time, his name would be known in Dayton and in all of California like it was in New York. “Hey,” Aaron began, throwing his hands in the air in defense. “I can’t help it when one of my oldest business partner and friend gives me nice things. You know kindness like that makes my heart turn all mushy.” he said with a shrug. “And thanks, I guess it’s time I get to know the real estate guys around here too.” he thought out loud to himself, as he leaned back in his chair. 

The corners of Aaron’s lip turned up into a coy smirk at the thought of one of his clubs in this town. He knew that with the people in this town, the club would do well. The brunette shifted in his seat, putting his forearm on the arm of the chair and he listened to Marissa explain the ins-and-outs of the town. Again, Aaron never had this issue in New York. There, he was the big wig everyone needed to impress. He wasn’t afraid of the challenge, though. He had already heard a little bit about these folks around town. They were sort of celebrities. 

Sitting back up in his chair, he leaned forward, his forearms now resting on his knees. He clasped his hands together and looked up and her. Giving her a small smile he said, “Well of course, I wouldn’t expect to be just handed a that monopoly. I mean, I would never do that. No good business man or woman would.” He thought for a moment. “I think at a nightclub here in Dayton, your alcohol would sell well considering how well it sold in New York, and people didn’t even associate the name with your face. Now, in Dayton, everyone knows you and it would sell like wildfire at a club like mine.” he said, nearly thinking out loud. Sitting back up in his chair, he cocked his head and furrowed his brow. “Scotty…?” he trailed off in question. 

It had been a risky move when she had left New York for Dayton. Sure, the west coast was Marissa’s birthplace, and Nevada was close enough that if Dayton didn’t work out she could go back to the original Sin City, but New York had become home. She hadn’t expected to be able to pull of the business she had here, hadn’t realized that this place was a literal gold mine until she’d partnered up with Ainsley with the casino and then Dylan and Abel. Now, she owned shares and/or interest in basically every venue in town. For someone that had only been in town for just over eighteen months, it really was a standout effort. Of course, her established name helped; anyone who knew anything about business knew who she was. She’d never really be starting anything from the ground up, that was something you only had to do once if you did it right the first time.

“Hush now, you’ll start to convince people that my heart isn’t ice cold,” Riss winks with a smirk as she tops off both their glasses before dropping her monologue about the town’s power structure. Aaron was a clever man, and he knew how to get people on his side. But these people were not the type either of them was used to working with. They cared less about fancy clothes and sitdown formal dinner parties and more about the power that they held in the town. Money was just a happy byproduct for them. “The thing is, here... People don’t care about all those things we had to do to close a deal back in New York. There’s no need for suit and tie meetings around a huge table. No need for boardrooms and formal dinner receptions... The people here will only close a deal with you if they can genuinely trust you, Aaron. It’s a completely different field,” she warned, knowing how eager he was when it came to making money. “Money comes second to this place. The first priority is always power... Influence.”.

Marissa scoffed and leaned back in her chair when he asked for clarification on Scotty. She breathed out slowly. “Scotty is part of the Wheeler family, they’re basically the Royal Family of Dayton. They own Wheeler Industries, obviously, doesn’t take a genius to figure that one out, but what they really own is this entire fuckin’ towns drug ring. I mean all of it. Anyone who tries to step into that territory and isn’t willing to cut a cheque to Scotty? Let’s just say they don’t last very long here, and they’re not found anywhere else ever again. The dude has serious power, which obviously makes him a complete asshole. This Christmas that just has gone by? I was hooking up with Rhia in this barn at the Winter Wonderland, and he tried to fucking burn it down with us inside. Shane still has a scar on her hand from it all. He’s a psychopath with an unlimited amount of resources and almost every cop on his payroll... If you’re going to make one friend here, Aaron-- it’s gotta be him.”.

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realshanemartis‌:

Shane wanted nothing more than to be able to have a normal friendship with Marissa. Cause she was right, Shane was one of Marissa’s only friends and Marissa was one of her only. They didn’t have many people in their lives who understood the things they had been through. They both had a habit of pushing everyone away. Maybe without the romantic or sexual ties between them, they could hold on to that little piece of their past and not be completely alone. Even the idea of Marissa sleeping with her boss didn’t affect her as much as it would have in the past. She was truly happy that they could move on and not be at each other’s throats if they were in a room for too long. They were getting on with their lives and Shane didn’t want to lose Marissa completely. 

With the attention on her and her relationship with Meredith, Shane could feel the uncomfortableness wash over her. She took a hit of her cigarette and let the smoke burn her lungs for a second longer than she probably should have before blowing it away from them. “Uh, thank you…” she replied, running a hand through her hair, trying to hide her awkwardness. “You of all people know how much commitment scares the shit out of me… I just don’t want to fuck it up.”

There was going to be a weird, slightly awkward energy between the two of them for a time. Marissa wasn’t naive, she knew that this conversation wouldn’t be the end of everything between them. It would take time for them to really feel comfortable with one another as just friends. Riss couldn’t see herself ever really falling out of love with Shane; she’d move past it and live with it but there was always going to be a small part of her heart reserved for Shane Martis. She let out a long breath as Shane hit her cigarette, arms crossing loosely over her chest with a small smile. 

“I know,” she replied with a nod. Shane and commitment were two things that had never married well with each other. Marissa had had the exact same problem before she fell for Delilah. Even now, the relationship she had with relationships was complicated. She was terrified of committing again, of getting hurt but in the same light it was one of her deepest desires; to have another. It’s why Shane turning her down for Meredith had stung that extra bit. “But, the fact it scares the shit out of you and you’re still willing to make that jump? Tell me if I’m wrong here but, when you fuck it up it’s because-- it was never you making the decision to make the jump and commit it was always... Something else, someone else, situational. You know? I don’t think you’re gonna fuck this up, Shane. I mean-- fuck, if this all happened a few years ago there’s no way we’d be standing out here talking as friends, right?” Marissa sighed gently as she raised her brows at Shane then looked down at the ground. “Have you told her? About your BPD?” Riss knew she didn’t like talking about her diagnosis, but it really was an important question if Shane was serious about committing. “I think, y’know, her knowing that-- it kinda takes some pressure, some weight of your shoulders...” 

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abelthompson‌:

abel could only shrug because in his lifetime and with what he had seen, the only way he could say he was standing there with marissa was through pure luck. of course, not everything lead back to some sort of miracle, abel worked himself to the ground for the lifestyle he was trying to uphold. for him, there was no god keeping watch, no guardian angel to protect him. allowing himself to think like that would only lead him down the road to nowhere, a dead end where nightmares loomed of a girl shot in the head laid bleeding in his lap and his brother screaming out his name in agony. what about them? instead of letting himself go there, he simply clicked his tongue at her while giving a little shrug. “some things should be given credit to karma,” he told her, leaving it there for now. he wasn’t sure when the appropriate time to tell her his secrets would be or if it would present as too much of a liability, but abel liked their back and forth. he’d do his best to protect that too.

breath held as marissa moved around him, holding back from pushing her onto the pool table and fucking her senseless. there was nothing about marissa that wasn’t attractive, even vulnerable in a hospital bed. even while fishing for substance. he wished that he could stop giving a fuck but those thoughts only surfaced when he felt anxious about letting someone close to him again. for now, he’d press them down and focus on how her lips felt and her moaning out his name. -the endgame to all of it promise the pair of them rolling around in high thread count sheets whilst completely naked. focus on their plans of power and control. blood pulsed into his dick, abel having to redirect his train of thought entirely as to keep himself leveled.

he watched her bend and abel couldn’t help it anymore, letting out a whine as he sucked in his bottom lip through a locked jaw. abel was behind her again, this time letting his hands wander to her hips and over her ass, but only for a second because he needed to move in order for the cue not to poke him in dick on the back end of her shot. “i’ll answer,” abel let out breathlessly, in awe of how she could twist him around her finger and have a shit eating grin plastered on his face while she floated around the table, crushing balls into their pockets like it was nothing.

marissa in front of him again and abel stood his ground, eyes sinking into hers and smirking at her proposition. “you run a hell of a bargain. no wonder you’ve gotten this far, anyone even thinking of denying you is signing themselves into a deathbed. -fuck, you’re a helluva woman.” but then full lips straightened, abel leaning down just enough for there to be only inches between two sets of lips that seemed to be magnetic. he had only a couple of drinks and his driver was waiting in his car outside but he’d kick him out of the driver’s seat as soon as they got to the parking lot. 

“do you trust me? put the cue down. let’s go.”

For someone who had been through so much, Marissa had lived a lifetime in the naivety of the real world. The closest thing she had come to being face to face with the law was bailing Hayden out of jail and even then, she’d never had her eyes opened to exactly what he’d ever been through. She had no idea, really, about gangs and the deep cultural violence of drug rings and the shadows of the night. Perhaps that’s why when she thought about becoming involved in the darker side of Dayton she felt excited, not nervous. “I suppose,” she agreed to disagree. “But there are more powerful things than karma; money, for a start. If you’re born with a silver spoon, it doesn’t matter how fucked up the lines of life are drawn for them; those people always land on their feet.”. God, she’d always have a bitter taste to those people she had to do business with who weren’t self-made. 

Marissa couldn’t help but linger on the fact that Abel was just so easy to be around. He made being herself so fucking effortless, and the energy the pair had together made rooting around for her deepest, darkest desires easy. But, those kinds of thoughts were so dangerous, weren’t they? They threatened to turn into feelings so easily, and feelings into something so much deeper. It had been five years, but she was still so fucking reluctant to ever allow anyone to have the power to hurt her again. So, she’d entertain those thoughts with a smirk but nothing more. She’d focus on their plans. Business as usual, right? 

“I just know what I want,” she breathed out, a small parting of her lips remaining as Abel closed the gap between them to just a few inches. She felt the muscles at the bottom of her back tense as she held her hips back from rolling into his. He was a fucking dark knight. Intoxicating. Riss nips her bottom lip before closing them and narrowing her eyes at his question, a smirk forming on her lips. Did she trust him? Does she trust anyone anymore? 

Her hand comes up to his cheek, finger stroking across his skin before coming down his stubble to his chin. Her thumb up just enough to brush over his bottom lip. “I hope you’re not planning on taking away my pleasure of kicking your ass in this game for something dull,” she smirked before joining their lips for a short yet deep kiss. The woman gave the quietest of moans as she parted them again and took her leather jacket from the stood it had been hanging over. She followed Abel out of Church and down the street to where his car was sat, driver ready and waiting. 

“Where are you taking me, Abel?”

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lxcyhcwxrd‌:

Lucy nodded her head as she listened. “I see. I’m defintitely going to have to go see him. I can’t believe so many of us are back together. It’s almost unreal.” She said with a small laugh, thinking back to all the times they had in New York with everyone. It all felt as if was a lifetime ago, but at the same time it felt like just yesterday. Had it really been five years? She could have sworn just a week ago she was sitting with Marissa with a bottle of Jack Daniels each, and just getting as messed up as they could. It was so weird, because she wasn’t sure if she needed it more now than before.

Her thoughts were scrambled as she desperately tried to find a new topic for her own head, but instead she was just sent deeper into a door she’d never wanted opened. Could it have been that Nate hated her now? Had he and Xavier finally realized that they were better off together, than with her holding them back? Was Nate happy? Was he happier than he had ever been with her? Her hands were holding onto her skirt as tightlty as possible underneath the table as she thought about it all. She tried to shake herself of it and listen to Marissa, and it took ever fiber of her being to be able to push it all down till later. 

Lucy stared at the other, having to stop herself from reaching out to the other, but instead she kept her hands where they were, afraid they would be shaking. “I’m sorry, Marissa.. I didn’t know it got that bad.” She said softly, shaking her head. “I-If I had known it was getting that bad, I wouldn’t have left..” She said. It wasn’t a lie, because if there was a single reason she wouldn’t have left, it would have been if she knew her friends needed her more, than if she needed to leave. “Y-Yeah… me too.” She said barely above a whisper, trying her best to still keep it together. 

Marissa had been trying and working so fucking hard on leaving the past in the past recently. She’d been pouring herself into this new life in Dayton, reaching out and make real fucking connections with the people here in an attempt to once and for all leave New York on the other side of the country. It was working too, no intrusive thoughts or glimpses of moving shadows from the corner of her eyes late at night. Surprisingly, she’d not even needed to seek comfort in the bottle of a bottle for that to be the case either. She was all but over Shane, and things were going well with Abel. 

But, seeing Lucy was like getting hit by the fucking Memory Express train and it had come when she least expected it too so it was worse. She couldn’t let it derail her progress though, couldn’t allow herself to fall or even look down that rabbit hole again so instead of going on about what had been she simply took in a deep breath. She let it out. She moved forward. “I appreciate that, but quite frankly I don’t think anyone would have been able to stop any of it. Even Hayden gave up eventually, but-- it’s different now,” she leaned back against the booth, eyes flicking down and seeing a glimpse of Lucy’s white knuckles underneath the table. “I’m fine, I promise.”. 

“Hey, listen,” she broke the short silence that dropped between them. “I know neither of us really wanna fuckin’ talk about all that shit back then, but Luce... If you need to just get it all out, lay it on the table so there’s no big ugly elephant in the room then I’m here for you, okay? I don’t care how long it’s been, don’t give a shit how things went down in the end between us... Lucy, you’re still the closest thing to family I’ve ever had. I’m here, okay?” 

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