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 IT'S ONLY YOUR LIFE, stubbe
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Gracie
Interior Designer San Francisco In a relationship Played by LANA
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Grace was on hold, tinny, cheerful music blaring repetitively against her eardrums. A customer service representative will be with you shortly. She grinded her teeth together, the tip of her pen drumming against the mug perched before her. She had no patience for this today, no desire to be sitting there waiting for an upscale furniture store to accept that they’d sent her a wing chair with the incorrect upholstery.

And yet, the show had to go on. Despite the ominous threats herself and a handful of her school friends had received, Grace wasn’t sure what to do besides carry on as normal. She couldn’t go to the authorities, couldn’t tell Abe. All they could do was try to figure out who was behind this. Until then...she still had to make ends meet.

But she couldn’t forget that heart, it’s ominous movements, her name pressed into the paper that sat below. She couldn’t forget the rage in Roman Stubbe’s voice, or the cold indifference in Sebastian’s eyes.

In her dreams she found herself secured to annapolis blue walls by specimen pins, thin crimson ribbons trailing from pierced shoulders over her naked chest. Sebastian Stubbe’s breath swept over her cheek, wintry eyes crowded with indulgence as he thrust deeper, each passing moment drawing her nearer to an inevitable climax.

She rubbed at her temples, the frustratingly empty moments allowing her thoughts to wander too far. She’d had a tension headache, but the tightened threads of her mind began to loosen under the vitalizing influence of black, fairtrade coffee. The hold music was having the opposite effect, twisting an uncomfortable knot at the top of her spine, suspense mounting as the minutes drifted. Any minute now the notes would stop - a chipper voice to ask how they could help her.

Instead, there was a knock at the door. Grace blinked, glanced at the clock. 9:12AM. She certainly hadn’t been expecting anyone… Her mind was already reeling with grisly possibilities...a severed hand. A threatening letter. A box of photographs. She wet her lips with her tongue, lowering the phone from her ear and ending the call.

“One moment.” She called, spying a shadow behind the window. She tucked her wand into the waistband of her jeans before moving to the door and pulling it ajar cautiously.

She stared for a moment, unsure of what to say. “Mr. Stubbe.” Seemed like a decent place to start.


Apr 8 2018, 08:12 AM
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Sebastian
Unemployed New York Single Played by Emily
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That morning had began as usual, his arms draped around some girl he hardly knew the name of. But he had standards of course. Diamonds around her neck and nails polished, lips stained red and thighs tangled with his. A small non-intereested sigh and he had slipped out of the room, showering and tugging on suit, informing the hotel staff to tell his night-companion of his departure.

He would be attending a Finite mission this evening with Riley Arden, but before then his day was free. Perhaps others would be training hard within the combat room, or focusing upon mental strategies. Sebastian had instead decided to go to the house which was being focused upon by Grace Gardiner, the pretty blonde thing with weak ankles and a fear of blood.

And yet- things didn't quite go as expected. The house was empty, lacking paint brushes and paint pots, fabric samples or large pieces of art work.

After a small frustrated sigh, he made his way to Grace's place (after receiving the address from the estate agents file after a small fee). An impatient knock, a few distant words, and the door opened, a some-what startled Grace standing before him: 'Mr. Stubbe.'

With that look upon her face it was clear she had no clue why he was standing there upon her doorstep, an expectation within him, A small grin tugged on the corner of his lips, but he hardly looked happy to see her. "You were not at work this morning." Blunt and straight to the point. As if his words justified why he was standing there, crossing the employer employee boundaries.

Perhaps she had expected after the outburst with the heart she would not have a job. She shouldn't assume to know how the Stubbe work. Eyes flickered over her and into the hallway behind.

Apr 8 2018, 03:29 PM
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Gracie
Interior Designer San Francisco In a relationship Played by LANA
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It had become more difficult as of late to determine what was real and what was fantasy. An untimely death, a stilted reunion, a bleeding heart - all these things felt more likely to occupy ghastly dreams than to play any part in her reality. And yet, there they’d all been - tangible, miserable visions that refused to shift no matter how many times she tried to blink them away.

Sebastian Stubbe, standing on her doorstep when he had no right to know where she lived, had just invented another of those impossible moments. Her fingers closed over the bony perimeter of her wrist and pinched her skin together. Solid. Irrefutable. She actually had to deal with him.

The rush of confusion that arrived with him temporarily kept her from responding, her lips only parted from a previous breathe of surprise. She hadn’t been at work that morning. Her mind reminded her a few seconds too late and she shook her head, brows furrowing.

He was right, of course. She hadn’t been at work that morning, nor had she been the previous two mornings. She’d swung by one afternoon to collect what was left of her tools, but otherwise the Stubbe Mansion had remained untouched since that fateful wednesday.

She did not invite him in, she did not pull the door open any wider. She remained cautious, vivid memories of his slick hands cupping her cheeks swimming into her mind. A warning. Do not forget what he’s capable of. “I assumed you didn’t want me there.” She offered quietly, her gaze unflinching from his chiseled features.

Apr 10 2018, 07:10 AM
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Sebastian
Unemployed New York Single Played by Emily
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Sebastian stood there, impatience growing deep within his bones, his eyes drifting over her and into the hallway behind. Not that he could see much, the door simply open enough.

Her voice was quiet, her words almost amusing. Eye's never left his, and he never wavered. Hands shoved into his pockets, a small sigh leaving his lips, almost as if he were disappointed in her. But they were not friends. They were hardly acquaintances, disappointment didn't mean much either way.

"Well, perhaps we simply got our wires crossed.." He spoke rather matter-of-factly, as if the whole incident at his place had been a huge misunderstanding. As if the blood that had dripped between his fingers from the heart hadn't stained the white handkerchief he had wiped it away with.

"I'll let today slide, but my Father really was insistent that you return by tomorrow." Roman Stubbe had little to do with this, but lies slipped easily from Sebastian's lips.

He leant against the doorframe, his broad shoulders filling up much of the space, his eyes upon her. She really was a pretty thing.

But she would be much better under him, his lips between her legs, rather than this awkward stance she offered currently.

Apr 12 2018, 05:22 PM
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Gracie
Interior Designer San Francisco In a relationship Played by LANA
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His cool eyes wandered from her face to the hallway that framed her. She frowned, irritated that he was allowed even this minimal glimpse into her private life. Abraham’s boots sat untidily at the foot of the stairs, his coat draped across the end of the bannister. Her son’s school portrait hung proudly against the wall. The wall was discoloured where she’d once hung a framed picture of herself, Juni and Winnie, arm in arm in their uniforms.

Having him show up unannounced when she was working was one thing. Showing up at her home was another entirely. She wasn’t dressed for visitors, or for any sort of professional conversation. She stood barefoot before him, faded jeans, no bra behind the flimsy blouse. It was meant to be a simple day. She still couldn’t fathom where he’d gotten her address...

“I’ll let it slide today.” He offered, as if he was doing her a favour. She folded her arms over her chest, the cool outdoor air starting to raise goosebumps on her arms. She wasn’t sure what to tell him. To fuck off, perhaps? That she didn’t want his job? That she’d had enough of his complacency about gore and his wandering hands?

“Thanks.” For reasons beyond her, her response was amicable. Agreeable. As if he hadn’t had her face locked between his bloody fingers only days before. Some naive part of her just craved normality. She wanted her career back. Wanted to pretend that the threat had never occured.

How long could it really take to finish their house anyway? If the delivery companies were punctual she could get it done in a day or two. Maybe three tops.

“Tomorrow.” She replied, wetting her lips with her tongue and nodding stiffly.


Apr 16 2018, 04:37 AM
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Sebastian
Unemployed New York Single Played by Emily
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Sebastian's eyes wavered across the small details he could see just from the hallway behind her. The pair of untidy mans shoes, scuffs on the tip, the coat which Sebastian could almost tell was old. Marks of dirt upon the sleeve. The picture of a small boy, however, was what puzzled him for a short moment. Perhaps he shouldn't be surprised that Grace had a son. She was, after all, older than him.

But the son, he looked older than expected. At leat 10 years old. And a small amount of mathematics gave Sebastian an interesting question upon his mind. She'd either had her son very young.. or it wasn't her son at all. The premise of knowledge spurred him, this ache not to be settled within the dark. Usually he chose not to delve further into his conquests lifestyle. But this was different. It had been from the beginning.

A small tug of his own jacket, pristine and clean, unlike the one Riley had subjected him to ruin for the mission.

Perhaps he had been in Arden's company for too long, but the civil and non- argumentative response from Grace also surprised him. To an extent, at least. By the looks of the shoes and coat, her partner didn't bring in the income necessary. Perhaps she needed the work. Or perhaps he was just over-thinking things.

If he had truly come here just to question her about her work, his job was complete, and he should turn around and walk away. And yet--

"You know, it's almost rude, Grace, not to invite me in."

He was being presumptuous, of course he was., but it was easier that way around her, to simply pretend otherwise would be absurd. But his smile, it was charming, and somewhat friendly even. Kind.

Apr 25 2018, 05:39 PM
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Gracie
Interior Designer San Francisco In a relationship Played by LANA
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With a neutral expression she watched as he adjust his tailored jacket and fixed his gaze back on her, anticipating a smug farewell - a suggestive promise that he’d see her again very soon. She’d given him what he wanted, an agreement that she was back under the Stubbe’s thumbs when she was under their roof. At least now she could return to work unafraid of him and Abraham crossing paths.

"You know, it's almost rude, Grace, not to invite me in."

She wanted to slap him. Sebastian Stubbe was attempting to coach her about courtesy? After slipping a hand up the back of her leg? After pinning her to a wall and coating her cheeks in blood? After showing up at her home uninvited and unwanted? Her lips tensed, fingers twitching at her side.

But like it or not, Sebastian Stubbe had caught an intimate glimpse into the most private portions of her life. He’d made the bloody mess disappear. He’d protected her through a confrontation with his father. She supposed if he had more to say to her she ought to hear him out…

She’d never been good at denying people either.

She bit the inside of her cheek, fingers trailing through her hair before she offered a pinched smile and wordlessly let the door swing open for him.

Apr 26 2018, 03:24 AM
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Sebastian
Unemployed New York Single Played by Emily
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Sebastian was more than aquatinted with those who were like Grace. They would simply nod and smile, a people pleaser for lack of a better definition. And so, as he had expected, the door opened wider for him. Into her house, into the private life he craved to know more about. Besides, her thin blouse, bra-less underneath, truly was doing little to dissuade him.

And so he stepped past her, his body brushing hers in the small door frame, the warmth of the hallway creeping up his neck, setting into the small spaces between his coat.

A few steps into the corridor, his eyes landing upon the picture of the boy, his fingers reaching to trace the frame.

A small pause before he turned, glancing back round to Grace. This was no longer his domain, but that didn't mean this game wasn't still with his rules.

"Your son, i presume?"

Without waiting for a response, he shifted throughout the house, with no qualms of personal privacy, eyes reaching the photo of Grace and Abe, one summers afternoon. How soon, Sebastian knew, happiness could disappear, that rising sun, settling beyond ground.

"Ah... the infamous partner of yours who is always busy." a small pause "He is here?"

Naturally Sebastian was interested, that much was clear. He could almost feel the humour behind this all. The pretty girl who he would soon enough trace her thighs, rising further, living with someone who hardly seemed interesting. The smile on the photograph suggested as much. Too pleasant for his own good

Apr 26 2018, 06:34 AM
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Gracie
Interior Designer San Francisco In a relationship Played by LANA
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The moment she allowed him to invade her space she found herself regretting it. Sebastian Stubbe, in his tall, lean, expensive glory, did not belong in the artfully feng shuied, boho chic brownstone Grace Gardiner called home. And yet, he appeared entirely at ease there, leather shoes squeezing groaning sounds out of the hardwood as he inspected the surroundings.

Her stomach sank as he stood before a portrait of Sebastian, her son’s visage grinning broadly with one front tooth missing, eyes alight with glee behind his thick framed glasses. It was impossible to believe the two of them shared a name. Her Sebastian was a picture of innocence, a clever little thing with noble ambitions. Stubbe was a hedonist, entirely too comfortable with the ugliest aspects of the world.

He presumed he was her son. She nodded, inspecting his face for the typical signs of judgement, the quiet calculations that rose from realizations of Sebastian’s age. He came to terms with it quickly. Perhaps he’d heard about her status as a teen mom around the same time he’d received her address.

He was moving on and she traced his steps, hovering a few feet behind him. Of course, the next photo he settled on was of her and Abe. Her chin tilted downwards at his question, exhaling quiet frustration through her nose.

“He’s sleeping.” She answered, hands slipping into the back pockets of her jeans. “He was working late last night.” The intention was to dissuade the idea that she dating some sort of lazy lowlife, but the words soured quickly on her tongue. She was sure “working late” had a different, established definition in Stubbe’s circle.

Apr 26 2018, 07:36 AM
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Sebastian
Unemployed New York Single Played by Emily
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As Grace nodded, he simply gave a small shrug. Considering the age of her son, and herself, it wasn't difficult to figure out, but all that remained on Stubbe's face was a look of indifference almost. Like what she'd told him as bloody fingers grabbed her cheeks, he was indifferent to it. Besides, he was sleeping with his ex-girlfriends sister. He really didn't have the qualms to make comments.

Sebastian could feel Grace mirroring him as he stepped throughout the hallway, hovering, almost as if she were afraid he would do something. After all, their meetings had consisted of broken ankles and shoulders against the wall.

Working late

A small grin tugged upon his lips. To him, working late meant alcohol within the mind, arms traced around a pretty young thing's waist. Working late meant attending blood supremacy meetings. Working late certainly didn't mean working late, and yet, he figured, in this case he did. And besides, her words really rather had sounded particularly dry considering she was talking about the partner she had been so quick to defend.

"Hmm... i'm sure he was." He sounded doubtful, turning away from the photos to look back at her. "But...." eyes flickered over her shoulder "I really would like to say hello to this man you've been telling me all about."

A small movement to get past her, walking down the hallway to the stairs, his movements swift.

Apr 26 2018, 05:44 PM
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Gracie
Interior Designer San Francisco In a relationship Played by LANA
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As predicted, his handsome features wound into a smirk. I’m sure he was. Her eyes narrowed at the unsaid slight. She could practically hear further, slippery singing past her ear. Trouble in paradise? In spite of the fact that he’d never met Abraham, had never seen them together, didn’t know an ounce of their story, he remained determined to undermine their connection.

Of course, it didn’t help that she had her own doubts about what working late might mean. But that was not something to delve into deeper around the likes of Sebastian Stubbe.

I really would like to say hello…

“No!” The response burst from her lips before she had a change to censor it - a tiny expression of fear and rebellion she was sure would serve to spur him on more than it could possible deter him. Sure enough, his long legs carried him past her, towards the staircase before she could make any real attempt to stop him.

She rushed over, heart pounding, the sickening idea of a tired, clueless Abraham forced to answer to Sebastian Stubbe resigning her previous passivity. She wedged herself between him in the banister, moving to the first step and levelling their faces. “Perhaps we have differing ideas of courtesy, but don’t you think it would be almost rude for you to wake him?” Her cheeks were pink with irritation. Once again he’d reminded her of the utter disregard he had for her life. To him, she was only a foolish toy he could use to pass the time.

May 2 2018, 05:45 AM
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Sebastian
Unemployed New York Single Played by Emily
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Of course Sebastian had expected for Grace to make some sort of rejection to his proposition, for her to shake her head and tell him no... but the burst response forced him to stop, almost surprised by the fire inside of her. So far he had simply seen fear. Fear of tracing touches, and fear of sticky blood.

This was different. This was a fear of something other than herself, a fear of losing something.

Soon enough, Grace was wedged between his broad shoulders and the banister, the pathway upwards, a step above him and she was still only just reaching eye-level. Pretty pink cheeks and wide eyes staring back.

"I think we have different ideas about a lot of things, Grace." He spoke, eyes tracing over to the stairs before looking to her again. He was closer now, and the blouse sitting neatly really hadn't been the best option for her. The top of plump breasts peaked out of the top of the blouse, the buttons considerably low, and eyes lingered, for just a second and nothing more.

But all of this, it was considerably un-important in the grand scheme of things. The interior designer and her boyfriend really was just a way to pass his morning, to step away from the reality of finite missions, the constant question of who's side he was on. Here, it hardly mattered.

He leant forward, hand placed on the banister, almost trapping her from coming back down: "Are you going to stop me then...? Protect your precious darling from what...exactly?"

It was more than just the concept of rudeness- that much was clear from the fear that had emanated from her lips.

May 2 2018, 07:19 AM
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Gracie
Interior Designer San Francisco In a relationship Played by LANA
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How did they always end up within breathing distance of one another - his pale eyes taking her in as if every personal detail was etched into her flesh? His gaze was enough to conjure vivid memories of his touch, skating up the back of her legs, gripping her ankle, clenched around her shoulders. Remnants of her foolish dream gathered towards the front of her mind. She imagined her lips parting, fingers splayed across the back of his neck as she breathed out a shuddering moan.

He really was a bastard, resolved to waltz through her life like it was some sideshow attraction. Now was not the time for his curiosity. He’d arrived just as everything she’d built started to fall apart.

He leaned in closer, blanketing her in the scent of black pepper and bergamot - an arm extended to trap her. The only place to go was up, towards the bedroom she was determined to keep him from.

She ignored his question, knowing there was no right answer, no way to dissuade him from intruding further by speaking of logic or decency. If she’d learnt anything over the past week it was that she couldn’t simply tell Sebastian Stubbe no.

“What could you possibly want to say to him?” She questioned, tilting away until her waist pressed hard against the unforgiving wood of the banister. The tiny sliver of oxygen she reclaimed did nothing to ease his effects on her. Something at the base of her stomach always clenched at his attention, her skin hot and flushed, chest rising and falling anxiously. It was impossible to think straight as his breath warmed her cheeks. He was a hazard. She needed some distance before she added another mistake to her abundant regrets.

May 5 2018, 06:39 AM
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Sebastian
Unemployed New York Single Played by Emily
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This was how Sebastian liked it. HIs body close to hers, watching the low panic in her eyes, the way her muscles seemed to tense as his eyes connected with hers. For a second, he thought he saw her eyes flicker to his lips, but he certainly could have just imagined it. Regardless, eyes drifted over her, over her neck, over the small strands of hair that kissed her collarbone. She really was rather pretty, he'd have to give credit to the estate agent for giving him the heads up.

His fingers upon the banister wrapped their way around harder, his grip tightening, clearly with no intention of letting go. It was either up the stairs.... or she'd have to find some other way to make him move. The latter certainly was intriguing.

Naturally she had ignored his question. It's what many people did if they were afraid of their own answer, of what it would tell the person who had asked. Her question fired back and he gave her a small impressed look. She hadn't simply told him to fuck off- which was something.

Eyes drifted down, for just a moment, as he felt her move her hips away from him- as if that would try make a difference.

"I'd like to apologise, of course, for being the cause of your hurt foot. Unless.... you didnt tell him?" A raised eyebrow, a small look. He clearly had no intention of shifting, and he was perfectly happy to stand here and chat.

Regardless of the innocence of the situation, he could imagine the look of shock on her boyfriend's face if he came out of his room. Their bodies were close, and much more intimate than two strangers. Sebastian could imagine.... but he doubted he would receive the satisfaction.

May 5 2018, 10:06 AM
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Gracie
Interior Designer San Francisco In a relationship Played by LANA
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She recalled, upon first meeting him, thinking of Sebastian Stubbe as old fashioned. As if he’d stripped his sensibilities from the pages of a historical romance - his refined posture, his elegant cheekbones, the way he so pleasantly brough his lips to her knuckles.

And now she saw him for what he was, a spoilt villain who got off on her discomfort. She fleetingly imagined him in school - the charming boy who always pushed pranks a few dozen stages too far. He held himself against her unyieldingly, his expression perfectly calm while she visibly panicked.

She almost laughed at his answer, instead biting down on the inside of her cheek hard. He wanted to apologize for her ankle? As if he’d damaged Abraham’s property? “I hardly think that’s necessary…” She trailed off at his latter suggestion.

“...you didn’t tell him?”

She shifted uncomfortable beneath the intensity of his gaze, her fingers accidentally brushing his sleeve as she moved to grip the banister tighter. Her thoughts were suddenly foggy, images of his hands shifting up her legs swimming to the front of her mind. She pressed her thighs together firmly.

“There wasn’t much to tell.” She muttered, her voice breathier than she’d like. “You fixed it, so…” Of course, that didn’t make it any less abnormal. Weeks ago she and Abe had shared every dull detail of their days with each other, texting each other throughout, swapping stories as they relaxed into the couch. These past few days he’d gotten only clipped responses, a dismissive shrug and a “good” when he asked about her day.

But she wouldn’t let Stubbe take any undue credit for that.

May 6 2018, 05:12 AM
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