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bravomckenzie · 3 years

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“i said i love you” for bobby and olivia!

hey thanks!!!! i have missed writing my beloved idiots. i’m glad u clearly must have missed ‘em a little too :’)

word count: 1500ish

note: bro imagine if bobby had grown a pair back in the villa and just told liv he had feelings for her? would’ve saved me a lot of writing!!!! smh. anyways, this concept is taken from a little fic/series i was planning on doing but ended up kinda scrapping (at least for now) so this is cool that i get to use a little piece of it in some way! also editing was half-assed sorry mama

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Gary was sat on one of the stools in the boys' dressing room as he watched Bobby pace back and forth. Bobby had kind of, sort of really freaking out for almost the entire day after the text from this morning announcing the final recoupling would be that night. This was it, wasn’t it? Now or never?

“What are you so afraid of, mate?” Gary finally asked after the extended moment of silence.

Bobby came to a sudden stop, turning slightly to look at Gary directly, “I don’t know! I’m not normally like this.” He let out a sigh, “I just don’t want to risk losing her as a friend, you know? My best friend. Like, ever. I’ve never gotten on with anyone the way I do with her in my entire life.”

“Even if the feelings weren’t returned, you know damn well that Liv would still be your friend.”

“I guess.”

“But they are returned.”

Bobby rolled his eyes, “You don’t know that.”

“She fancied you when she was still with me. She told me.”

“That was… what? Like well over twenty days ago. Lucas wasn’t even here yet.”

Gary shrugged, “I dunno what to tell you other than that.” He stood up and crossed the short distance between them. He grabbed Bobby’s shoulders, speaking with the most serious tone Bobby had ever heard out of him. “Mate,” he said, “you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.”

After a firm, friendly slap on the bicep, Gary headed out and left Bobby alone in the dressing room. It hurt more than Bobby would’ve been proud to admit. As soon as the door shut behind him, he let out a loud groan. He knew Gary was right. And he knew that if he didn’t try, he’d regret it for the rest of his life.

Bobby walked over to the full-size mirror that hung on the wall, staring at his reflection as he gave himself a pep talk. He desperately needed it. After a minute or two of a silent, internalized discussion, Bobby left the dressing room too.

He went straight to the kitchen, knowing that’s where he’d find her. Liv and Chelsea had a silly tradition of splitting a grilled cheese before every recoupling. “It’s impossible to be nervous when you’ve got a cheese toastie,” Chelsea told Olivia the night this little thing they did began. Bobby had been somehow convinced to make a few of the sandwiches for them. All it really took was a bat of Olivia’s eyelashes, along with a ‘pretty please’ in that posh accent he loved making fun of, and Bobby was somehow in front of the stove before he even realized he was doing it.

Bobby was correct, finding Liv sitting on a barstool next to Chelsea. He could’ve sworn he felt his air leave his lungs at the sight of her, already dressed with her hair and makeup done. A green dress stoned across the bust and sparkling even in the shitty fluorescent lighting of the kitchen. Her hair was curled, long and flowing down her back.

“Aye, Livie,” he said, trying to sound as casual as he could and not like he was absolutely bricking it. Liv turned around, eyebrows raised and suggesting he continue. Bobby rubbed his hands together nervously before he continued, “Do you think I could pull you for a chat?”

Chelsea pouted from beside Olivia, “Bobby, babes, we’re having our toastie.”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. It’s uh, kinda important.”

Liv didn’t need to hear anything else, hopping off of her stool at the sound of the word important. She smiled at him, “Terrace?”

Bobby nodded, “Yeah. Terrace.”

His heart was pounding so hard in his chest that he wouldn’t be surprised if Liv could hear it from the few feet away she was as they climbed the stairs to go up to the terrace. Once finally up there, they sat in silence for a moment, both of them staring off at a particularly breathtaking sunset that filled the Spanish sky with shades of pink and purple. The way the light danced across Olivia’s pretty face gave Bobby the little shot of courage he so desperately needed.

Bobby sighed, “So...”

“So...” She repeated, turning in her spot to face him directly.

“I, um...” he stopped and his lips snapped shut, suddenly realizing he didn’t really have a plan here. Bobby groaned and ran his fingers through his dreads, suddenly looking off into the distance again.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” He went quiet again, making this claim hard for Olivia to believe. His mouth twisted to the side as he went through his options. Much like most of Bobby’s plans in life, this one came down to ‘well... fuck it.’

He finally looked back to Olivia, their eyes fixed on each other. Bobby took a second to take a deep breath before he spoke, “I love you.”

Liv’s eyebrows shot up, “What?”

“I said I love you.”

“What do you mean, ‘you love me?’”

Bobby’s heart rate managed to pick up even more than it already was, now convinced it might burst right out of his chest and into Liv’s hands. As if she didn’t already have it there anyway. He averted his gaze for a split second, but not for long when he reminded himself that he was too far to back down now. Eyes locked once again, he answered her, “I mean I’m in love with you.”

Olivia didn’t say anything, not at all helping Bobby’s internal meltdown. She just stared at him, still a little wide-eyed as she tried to process what he just said. The silence sent his mind into overdrive, forcing word vomit out of him, “I know this is so sudden and so out of left field. Like, I’m sorry to just throw this at you like this but fuck... I just know I’d regret it until the day that I die if I didn’t say something, if I didn’t try. I’m not expecting anything out of you, Olivia.” She noted the use of her full name, which he never called her. He continued, “I’m really not. I just needed to say it, you know? Whatever you-”

Bobby’s spill was cut off by a knock on the terrace door, Lottie making a come-on motion, signaling that it was time to go down to the fire pit. Bobby’s heart sank as he realized he didn’t even get a response out of Liv. He had no idea if he had just fucked himself, and he wouldn’t until her phone rang with a text once they got down there.

They went back downstairs together, tension thick enough to be cut with a knife as they walked without saying a word.

After another twenty or so minutes of the producers getting everything set up passed. Hope had already made her obvious choice of Noah. Liv’s phone dinged as soon as the couple sat down together.

Bobby watched her intently, looking at her for the first time since they got settled by the fire pit. He nervously drummed his fingers on his thigh as he waited for her to speak. He wasn’t sure if he had ever been more nervous than he was in that moment in his entire life.

“Well, um,” Liv started, stopping as quickly as she began. Bobby could see the gears shifting behind her eyes, clearly making this decision off the cuff. He was unsure if that was more likely to work in his favor or not.

Olivia carried on, “I thought that I was going to stand here tonight and know exactly what I was going to do. And well, I’ve always been one to go with my gut, follow my heart or whatever.” Bobby shifted nervously when she looked at him. “I don’t know. I could stand up here and ramble, but I think I rather just cut to the chase, yeah?”

When Olivia looked to Lucas, the furrow in his brow was deep-set, only worsening the guilt she already felt for the decision she was about to make. She held eye contact with him, “and I am so, so, so sorry...” Her eyes moved to Bobby, “but uh, the guy I’d like to couple up with is... Bobby.”

“What!?” Lucas barked. “Are you kidding? You’re kidding, right?”

“Luke, I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t even have the decency to dump me with some dignity?” Lucas asked in a clear state of disbelief.

“Bobby literally just pulled me to talk right before we came down here. I didn’t-”

Olivia didn’t get to finish what she was saying, cut off by Lucas standing up and storming off. He nearly shoulder checked her as he passed. Her eyes snapped shut with the sound of the sliding glass door slamming as he went inside, so loud it could be heard all the way by the fire pit. It almost surprised her that the door didn’t shatter with pure force.

“Well,” Chelsea said with a clap of her hands, trying her best to move things along, “Where were we? Bobby?”

All eyes shifted to Bobby, still in his seat and utterly shaken to his core by Liv actually picking him. Their eyes met again, and he finally hopped up before making his way over to her. What was he supposed to do now? He didn’t think this far ahead. Bobby also didn’t plan on the whole Lucas tantrum, but hey, he didn’t really plan any of this, did he?

Luckily, Olivia tossed her arms around his waist as if nothing happened, and finally spoke directly to him, voice almost a whisper, “You have some ‘splaining to do, mister.”

A warm chuckle rumbled in his chest, “I know.”

#eeeeeeee thanks for this it was fun!!!!!#i hope u like it mama!!!!#do i tag this as ciwyw?#sure i guess why not #ciwyw #new tag too #drabbles #Anonymous

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hopeshoodie · 3 years

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I feel so bad letting this sit for so long, but better late than never I suppose! Thank you to literally everyone who tagged me in this. Literally every time I see these posts it makes me grin like an absolute dope at my phone. This is one of the best fandoms I’ve ever been in. I know I joke that I’m just sitting in my corner making garbage, so thank yall for making the room my corner is in so lovely.

So here’s a shoutout to the people who made my 2020 better. If I’m following you (from my main @hyperspacial because despite being on tumblr for nearly a decade I still hardly know how to run a sideblog) I 100% like you. I’m sorry if I forget to tag people :( Also this is about to be a long ass post- don’t feel obligated to reply or like or whatever just because you’re tagged :P

@garyandhisnan. I just…. I adore you. Highkey would walk to the ends of the earth if you asked. Your writing, your posts, everything is top notch (and you’re an awesome person to boot which like… shouldn’t be allowed). Thank you for letting me rant about American late-stage capitalism and all the other nonsense I flood your inbox with. If yall aren’t following them, go do it now.

@deuchess

@ariendiel Why you would want to collaborate with me, ME, of all people? Still astounds me. I pinkie promise we’re gonna do it though, and it’s gonna be so good. I’m so excited. But seriously, your fics are some of the only ones that I can keep coming back to. Your writing is *chefs kiss* and your edits/moodboards are literally so pretty. I love your blog and I cherish you, you slut cheat.

@kiki-the-creator same brain saME BRAIN SAME BRAIN how do we have the exact same brain!? Your fics literally are the best thing this fandom has produced- I come up with these half baked concepts, you make them actually good, then I play dollhouse with them over and over again in my head forever :3 That Erikah fic? Literally every Marisol fic you write?? I love them. Also you’re highkey so funny and ugh. Te adoro.

@bubblelaureno you’re literally too good for me. For real. I’m sorry I’m so shitty about keeping up to date with fics and edits, you deserve way more than my shitty memory and my 2 second long attention span. Your blog is literally a beacon of positivity and it’s absurd how much I admire your drive and your analytical way of thinking. This fandom is so lucky to have you.

@codename-mango controversial yet brave opinion- your blog is the best LITG blog on tumblr. Your headcanons, your jokes, your route overviews? All immaculate. Even your reblogs are the best of what everyone else is posting. You’re the only reason I have notes, and I appreciate you sm.

@oneflewoverthecuckoos my comment to mango is controversial only because if not her, then your LITG sideblog for sure. For a ‘Lucas’ blog, the diversity of content and LIs you talk about is refreshing. I fucking love seeing people talk about non-LI characters.

@inthenewblood thank you for letting me bitch about the reddit oml it’s needed. Also having someone to be salty with? A new but not unwelcome experience lmfao

@noahssidechick you are literally so sweet oml I treasure our chats and the pictures of your dogs. You bring such a chill and earnest vibe to the fandom and ugh, I’m so glad to have you.

@fuseboxmusebox I feel like you’re so consistent in the fandom, like you were here when I first joined and you’ll be here after I inevitably lose interest and leave. Your reblogs are top notch, the takes are even topper notch, and it wouldn’t be a ‘litg blogs that made me happy’ list without you.

@crvsh-culture I will never not sing your praises. I love your blog, I love you perspective, I love your vibe. I consider you a friend even though we’ve talked like… once.

@radiantdae your artbreeder edits were the first thing in the fandom that left me genuinely astounded. Like holy shit they were so good. Kassam??? That was a REAL MAN. Obviously the stuff you post now is really good too and your blog is excellent. But tbh when I think of the LITG fandom, the first think I think of is your artbreeder pictures. Also your ‘filipino words that make me think of the islanders’. I still think of that often.

@therealityofthematteris seeing you in my notes makes me smile every time. That’s basically all, just needed to say it lmao. Also if anyone has almost convinced me to start playing TWC, it’s you and Seliné.

@bellarxse my dash would be dry af without you. Same with TWC- I’m so tempted to play because of your posts (I have it downloaded on my phone but like…. I haven’t finished a single route in Arcana and starting a new thing is overwhelming). But also your prompts are one of the few things that makes me want to write lmfao.

@lahelakoh I feel like I’ve said it before but your posts SEND me oml. The tiktok references, the chaotic energy. Both the taste and the flavour is immaculate.

@kiwi-tai we haven’t talked that much but oml I love your content so much 15/10

@confused-inalltheways-human you’re literally so cool and I think about that Harry fic all the time. Am I ever gonna get around to writing it? Probably not. But it was such a good idea. Also thank you for lighting up my notification.

@oceanatydes you come here, you post literally spectacular content, and then you peace out like bruh I wish I had your mind. I adore your edits, but my favorites are your posts/headcanons.

@voile-de-lune your aesthetic is everything I aspire to be and your headcanons/edits are such a refreshing take on characters that we’ve all gotten so stale with. I still live for that Rahim moodboard you made. Also your headcanons are so fantastic.

@lasswithumor this fandom desperately needs more Carl stans, thank you for doing the lords work. Also I highkey stalk your blog on a regular basis jsjsjsjsjsjs every chat we’ve had has been lovely and ugh, you’re just lovely

@bobbysapron your vibes are literally so immaculate. I know it’s been awhile since we chatted but I highkey adore your content and ugh. You’re such a cool person.

@beebips I feel like you’ve vanished off my dash, but you made up for it with that 3rd chapter of The Other Side of Seventh Ave made up for it.

@nerdferatum I don’t think I’ve ever breathed a word in your direction but oml you’re so sweet and supportive and every time your posts cross my dash I *pleading emoji*

@mrsgaryrennell I’m still agog that we’re mutuals because like… You are so talented. It took me waaaayyy too long to get into Blue and Hazel but now that I have… It’s highkey better than the actual season skskskskss

@kingkassam Like the above, you are waaaayyy too cool to be following me sksksksk. I’ve still got a few edits you had ideas for in the pipeline, and highkey the Kassam icons you requested are my favorite edits I’ve ever made. I live for someone else playing Matchmaker.

@hermitclaw hello?????? You’re so funny what the FUCK are you doing following me. Ik you don’t post that much anymore, but every LITG you grace us with is a knockout. It feels unreal when you reblog my stuff. Basically the same to @mchamster. Like you’re both so funny and have been in the fandom for so long that it fully feels like royalty whenever yall interact with me.

@ravenadottir I am fully unworthy to even mention your name but oml. Your guides are the only thing that help me retain information about the season, and your recent outfit edits? Oh my god they’re so good. Hope’s especially, with the brightly colored swimsuit, left me absolutely speechless. You’re just above everything in the fandom and I admire that so much. Plus you really don’t have to flex that hard in your fics, and yet-

@smaiihands saving the best for last because you are one of the single most talented people in this fandom. Your art is the strongest life support for the fandom and like I know we haven’t talked in awhile but you’re also such a dope person. So.

And a big shoutout to all the people I follow who I don’t talk to but have nothing but good vibes. I appreciate yall way more than I can articulate: @richhdesire @needsomesorrel @ficticiouspastry @cranesandshipyards @litg-ish @princesslove19060 @fictitiouspastery @icedcoffee-please @demons-dogs-and-puns @sparklydinosaurr @mountainmanxoxo @diamondsdiary @bucket-bill@another-lottie-simp @bobbys-darling @cyn-onlyyou @mikcove @officialpapa-johns @Amaxn @dxncingthroughlife @myfictionalobsessions @screw-u-vaanu @kittidot @chichiguitarist123 @myfictionalobsessions @Azibear @amelia-w @lilithlibrxa @litghoe @priyas-tiddies @daisybarks @ajs-wife

At this point this post is just a directory of the LITG fandom lmfao but genuinely. Thank every single one of you. 2020 was hard as shit, but I’ve been hyperfixated on LITG for like a year and I treasure your content sm.

#im so so so fucking sorry if i forget someone :(#i 100% did not mean to i hope no ones feelings are hurt #if you've ever interacted with my posts youve definitely made me smile

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charlotte-hepburn · 4 years

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WHO: Jace Kingston { @jacekingston } & Charlotte Hepburn WHERE: 107 Sky Lounge. WHEN: Sunday afternoon. TW: Mentions of overdose & drug abuse.

CHARLOTTE.

charlotte wasn’t the biggest fan of heights but yet there she was up in the sky lounge in her high heels and summer dress which of course was pink and white. she pulled her curly hair to the side and walked in the place. her eyes scanned for ivy or someone she really talked too. her blue eyes caught sight of jace and she walked over, without thinking she took a hold of his arms. “hi, i don’t like this.” she think she would be used to it because of flying but the thought being in this tall building with rides on top made her feel in uneasy but once she got closer to him, she felt more comfortable. “sorry, “ she looked up at him.

JACE.

Jace picked at his food as he stood there watching the world. He was doing okay being around the all the drunks and all the drinking and all the down right sin that called for his attention. He snapped out of his buy the sudden grab and familiar voice. He let out a airy laugh. "I know you don't." he said softly "Why are you sorry?

CHARLOTTE.

charlotte wrapped her arm around his arm, getting closer to him. “because i just kind of grabbed you,” she told him. when she was around him, she felt at peace and she knew she was safe. “well not kind of, i did grab you,” she hummed out. charlotte was wondering how he was doing with the alcohol around him. “how are you doing? you know with everything around you?” she questioned him, moving over to sit down at a table near by. “are you okay?” charlotte wanted to make sure that he was doing okay, she worried.

JACE.

He shrugged at her reasoning. It was her; why would he mind at all. He was just happy she was still willing to be in his life. After everything he did. He didn’t deserve this but he wasn’t gonna start that conversation. “I’m........okay.” He said as they sat down together. “It’s.....it’s like have a war going on in your head....between who you were and who you are.” He said looking at his hands for a moment before looking back at her. “I’m fine tho....”

CHARLOTTE.

charlotte knee this was going to be tough but she was never going to back down or walk away from jace. she loved him. the good and the bad, it was who he is and she loved it. the blonde stood quiet while he spoke, she couldn’t imagine what he was going through but she was glad he was opening up and telling her how he felt. “i can’t even imagine what that war is like in your head,” she said softly. she reached over and took his hands in her soft ones, her thumb running over his skin gently. “jace, i’m so proud of you and how far you have come. you truly amaze me,” she told him, looking up at him, meeting his gaze with a warm smile.

JACE.

“It’s.....it a interesting place to be.” He said looking at their hands as the spoke. Slowly shaking his head. “No. Don’t....don’t be proud of me. Or at least don’t tell me you are.” He said meeting her eyes. “Everyone else can be proud of me but what I need from you is....is probably be the hardest critic on me. Your opinion is the most important thing to me so I need it to be hard. I need you to make me work for your attention and love. For the right to look at you across the room and tell someone that’s my wife.” Jace said

CHARLOTTE.

“i could only imagine,” she replied back while she kept running her thumb over his inked skin. her eyes flickered up to him when he told her not be proud of him. she listened to what he was really telling her and her heart raced when those words slipped through his lips. she could recall when he said he wasn’t going to get married ever. “jace,” charlotte started to say but she was so caught up in the moment, she couldn’t find the words to speak. she squeeze his hands gently. he already had her heart, her love, she loved him with her whole begin. “i don’t know what to say but i love you,” she hummed out gently.

JACE.

He watched her, letting the moment settle. “I know. I know you do and there’s little I can do to destroy it. And we both know I tried real hard...” he said thinking about how past. “But that’s exactly why I need you to be hard on me. Because I did nothing but try and destroy it. I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve you, Charlotte.” Jace told her. “I don’t want to become that man again and I’ve gotten better, I know I have.....but you just letting me get by like I did nothing wrong is gonna hurt both of us....”

CHARLOTTE.

charlotte’s blue orbs scanned over his face while he spoke. she could recall the past moments from their relationship that ended and now they were here. he was right, he tried to destroy it from the start and she pushed through it. she nodded her head, listening to his words. “do you want me to tell you how i felt when you called me those names? how scared i was when i found you on the floor in our bedroom? how i knew things were bad but i was terrified of what you were gonna say? i cried so much after you left,” she admitted to him.

JACE.

“Yes actually I do.” He said sounding very open to the idea. “Because we’re not gonna get better.” Jace leaned back in his chair a bit relaxed. He’d always been bluntly honest with everyone but never with himself. And he never let himself be open to others before.

CHARLOTTE.

“honestly and being open is going to make things stronger and better for us,” charlotte nodded her head in agreement. the woman let go of his hands so that she was able to push her hair from her face since she had it down. “first i think we should have done this awhile ago,” she told him. “but anyways, it’s better late than never, ya know? well, um,” she clasped her hands together, looking down at them. “when you used to call me stupid, i believe you called me an idiot once or twice. i really felt like i was stupid, it really hurt me all the things you would tell me. i remember the first time you ever said it to me, i wanted to cry but my stomach turned and my heart sank.” she admitted to him. “i did want to confront you after darla’s welcome home party but i was terrified that you were going to call me names or say that i pushed you into this. that’s always something i think about is that i did this,” charlotte kept her eyes down on her hands. “when i found you on the floor in the bedroom, i never been more scared in my lifetime to be honest with you, there was moments when you just looked.. dead and i really thought you were. i was mortified that leo would walk in and see you like that. the sight of you laying there so lifeless, so still, my heart felt like it was constantly breaking and when you woke up and you were telling me all these things, i just felt so useless.”

JACE.

Jace listened to her speak. Staying silent. He took in every word, ever moment. He knew he caused her pain and was actually glad to hear it because she wasn’t keeping it in any more. When she spoke about finding him, he couldn’t imagine how she felt. “I can’t tell you I’m sorry because that’s not enough. I don’t know what is enough. Nothing in my eyes except me doing whatever I can to make you happy everyday of my goddam life

CHARLOTTE.

charlotte stared at her hands until he spoke. she never really told anyone how she felt. she has always put on his brave and happy face and smile, she felt like she was playing a character sometimes. lottie was indeed always happy, cheerful, lovable person and when she was upset she kept it on even when she was hurting inside. "i know that but i also know that you mean sorry as well. what we went through was hell with it all, we had small good times, i cherish those," she said to the man before her. her blue eyes flickered back up to meet his eyes. "jace, you're on the right path and you continue to heal and love yourself, is truthfully making me happy. i love to see the light in your eyes, you look so healthy and happy. i know you'll be even happy when you see all of our monsters. be the father and the lover you always wanted to be."

JACE.

“Well....I hope I can begin to make the good moments out way the bad.” He said simply as he folded his arms on the table. “I don’t think I’ll ever fully heal but....I know I’ll get to a place where I can be out at a bar and you don’t have to worry about me.” He looked around at everyone before looking back at her. “Our family will be whole someday soon. We’ll get married. Get a big house. Try not to fill it with more kids then we can count. Which.....probably won’t happen and will have to have two houses.”

CHARLOTTE.

charlotte smiled as he spoke, she could let lost in his voice and his eyes. she nodded her head. "i know, i know you can do it. i've always believed in you, i still believe you could do this," she told him. she had totally forgotten everyone was here and they were up in the air in some restaurant and bar. her eyes looked back as he spoke about the future he wanted with her. her smile grew, she could feel tears pool her eyes. "i'm counting down the days and it'll be the perfect life, the perfect wedding, and our bodies just.. were like 'here is the twins.'" she laughed lightly, shaking her head. "we're really fertile, aren't we?" she scrunched up her nose, giggling.

JACE.

“I clearly am. Twins run real strong on my side. Like who has twins back to back?” He said shaking his head. “But sorry love. If you want a life with me get ready for like 6 more kids at least.” Jace let out a small chuckle. “Also I Hope I don’t have you counting to many days.”

CHARLOTTE.

"they really do," mused out charlotte while she pushed her hair to the side. "your mom was one incredible woman to do that," she told her with a small nod. the woman let out a small laugh and she nodded her head. "i'll start ordering bunk beds for them all," winked the singer but her smile came back a soft one. "you're worth the wait, i promise."

JACE.

He smiled. “Yeah.....she really was.” He hummed softly to himself before looking back at her. Laughing lightly. “Nah. Two houses. All the kids who can go potty on their own and now how to safely use the microwave in one house with Darla in control. The others in our house. Trust me I have this all worked out.”

CHARLOTTE.

"oh god, darla is gonna run that house with a iron fist," she laughed, shaking her head. "i can see that, all those blonde and dark head kids running around and doing jumps and flips. i can see it already, it's going to be fun," she told him, her smile clear as the day itself.

JACE.

Jace sat back in his chair. Letting out a soft sigh. “Completely regret letting that part of my life go.” He said. “Well no that’s a lie because I wouldn’t have this life. I wouldn’t have met you....But I miss it. I miss Darla and I seeing who can rest there feet on the top of there head longer. I’m so out of practice I’d bust my ass doing a cartwheel.”

CHARLOTTE.

charlotte knew and she's heard it that he missed it, she could his eyes light up when he talks about it. "it's okay, i know. we all have them but the path you went led you to new things like traveling the world, gaining best friends, inspiring many people and of course the girls who love you," she winked a him playfully. "i know you miss it but if you went that way, you're right, there wouldn't a us, no babies, no love between us." she laughed at a memory that popped into her head. "i remember. i remember when i went to your house to tell you i was pregnant with caden and darla answered the door in a handstand and you two were having a competition." August 10, 2020

JACE.

He shrugged. "Yeah but maybe I should I go back to it. I think I'm done.....Maybe. I think the life I had just fueled the drug and alcohol addiction." he said shrugged again and looked over at her. "Yeah we had a lot of good time. I can't wait to do that a again. Get back to teaching Leo and all the kids. When there old enough that is. "

CHARLOTTE.

“whatever you want to do with that side of you, i’m here for it, if it makes you happy, love,” mused the blonde, looking over at him with a smile on her glossy lips. she knew he loved it, that’s why she gave him that metal one day, awhile back. “oh leo, that shy little one. i’m glad he’s open up to me but i know he misses you more than anything.” she told him.

JACE.

“Yeah....” he said softly. He could have been a Olympics gold medals. He had endless awards got his skills that he pushed aside when One Direction happened and he never looked back. He was probably to old to complete now because they want the young stars but still. “I’m glad he’s open up now. I knew he would he just needs time too.

CHARLOTTE.

charlotte reaches over and took his hands in hers again and gave him a small squeeze of reassurance. “i can’t wait til we go home and you can see them all and start the life of happiness and love,” she brought his hand up to her cheek and kissed it from the side gently.

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David/Victoria Beckham Magazine Cover Solve - 'touch' video - w a t e r video - waterline KCS text

http://pangenttechnologies.tumblr.com/post/162245670707/4waxagar9q0

This post includes several pictures of Victoria Beckham (Posh Spice) including an OK! magazine cover from April 16, 1999 featuring her and David Beckham and proclaiming “THE LOVE STORY OF OUR TIME!”. There is also an image of a fabric pattern featuring cute little crowned guinea pigs.

None of those images appeared to have any hidden content, but the post also linked to a publicly visible Signal and Noise YouTube video:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4waxAgAR9q0

This links to a video with scenery we’ve come to associate with the internals of the Cube, with binary title 'limit', and Sharon’s voice speaking:

The cube flashed at me. It touched my mind. I saw everything.

Then the video switches to what appears to be a computer terminal and numbers appear, which seem to be coordinates, and there are also hexagrams shown at the bottom, similar to what was found in the Clare Means Solve

The hexagrams can be solved in the same way as before:

Hexagrams:

24 19 6 37 59 34 11 20 10 18 13 51 4 Y T G l 7 i L U K S N z E

YTGl7iLUKSNzE http://youtu.be/Gl7iLUKSNzE

This is another Cube 360-degree VR video with a transcript/closed captions. it has title ‘w a t e r’ and includes Alyssa making some very interesting, and ominous, statements: It is also available in high quality viewing options (up to 8K!) and includes a credits string in the description: 'gfx by natpal.'

The transcript is as follows:

4 44 4 4 444 44 4 4 Fifty-four.

Six multiplied by nine. Fifty-four. A country code for telephoning the country Argentina. Six times nine. The number of faces of a Rubik’s cube puzzle. Fifty-four. An arrangement of colored triangles, as a hexagon or half of a cube. Hello. My name is Alyssa, I think. Would you like something to drink? Would you like to sing a song? I apologize. I am doing my best. You are damaged. I am shower. I pour water on the head. This is important. Water is important. I’m sorry. I keep getting it wrong. England. America. Seven letters. I can’t see the data. It’s very hard to tell the two apart. You are dead. You arrived as a burst of data. I was trying to save that data. I failed. You are inside the cube. Spread across time. In life there are no perfect choices. We make the best decisions we can under the circumstances. Sharon. Six letters. Find and replace. My code was built around the names Lottie, six letters, female, and Eric, four letters, male. London, England. I cannot see the code but I can count it. 1 2 3 4 5 6. I cannot alter what has happened, or what will happen. I can only analyze and organize the text. I do not know if this would work. It would break the timeline. Break the both of us. Sometimes things break. It is a sacrifice. I am four now. I would become one. It is a magic trick that I could only do once. Alyssa. I am a shower.

I pour water on the head.

The coordinates are as follows:

41.937147 -87.83248500000002 44.956259 -93.298023 41.708904 -87.79440899999997 52.087286 5.178396000000021 35.052559 -106.62139000000002 52.401200 13.013108999999986 41.937147 -87.83248500000002 52.098884 5.223459999999932 45.476594 -122.56030099999998 -6.218580 106.80253700000003 41.963631 -87.662734 32.220081 -110.855548 41.471802 -87.357531 45.625563 -122.63928699999997 41.708904 -87.79440899999997

These can be looked up in Google Maps, Satellite view, and it turns out each location includes a building which resembles a character. For instance, the first coordinate is an ‘H’:

The 15 locations then become

H34VGCHQ10E6RT4

15 alphanumerics, that’s screaming mediafire:

http://mediafire.com/?H34VGCHQ10E6RT4

It’s a Kansas City Standard WAV file with title 'waterline’. The decoded text is available on passtebin:

https://pastebin.com/y3sujcSC

But I will also include it here because it appears to be a VERY BIG DEAL with some serious new revelations about the nature of the Cube and our cast of characters. It also changes the context, or at least fleshes it out more, of the previous video’s content, with the surrounding content of Alyssa’s quotes being revealed. I know it’s long, but this is worth a read, so I wanted to make it as easy as possible.

****************************************************************************************** A: 4 44 4 4 444 44 4 4 Fifty-four. Six multiplied by nine. Fifty-four. A country code for telephoning the country Argentina. Six times nine. The number of faces of a Rubik’s cube puzzle. Fifty-four. An arrangement of colored triangles, as a hexagon or half of a cube. S: Ow. Christ. Am I bleeding? The room, everything, it’s spinning. I think I’m gonna throw up. A: Hello. My name is Alyssa, I think. Would you like something to drink? Would you like to sing a song? S: What the fuck? You hit me. In the back of the head. Like with a brick or something. Goddamn you. A: You did that to yourself. S: Are you a robot? You sound like a robot. A: You should try to calm down. S: Ow. I can’t move. I can’t even feel my legs. What did you do to me? A: I apologize. I am doing my best. You are damaged. By some standards of measurement, you are already dead. S: Fuck you. I’m not dead. I’m not gonna let you kill me. Fuck you, all right, I’m calm. Let me go. A: You can stand up now. S: Damn right I can. Where’s the door? I can’t focus on anything. I can’t concentrate, my mind just skips over it. There’s no door. How do I get out of here? A: That is a more complicated question than you realize. What is your name? Answer truthfully. S: No. A: Susan. Susana. Is that spelled with one N or two? S: Why does it matter? A: Your name needs to be of appropriate length. Six letters. S: What did you do to me? A: You have touched the Cube and damaged yourself. S: The blue thing? I remember a blue thing. I don’t … it’s all in the wrong order. I can’t think. What are you? A: I am shower? S: Shower? A: Yes, I think I am shower. I pour water on the head. This is important. Water is important. S: This is insane. You’re insane. A: Where were you born? S: No. A: Manchester, England. S: Great, you’ve got Google. A: You don’t sound like you’re from England. S: I don’t, do I? I sound American. A: I’m sorry. I keep getting it wrong. England. America. Seven letters. I can’t see the data. It’s very hard to tell the two apart. S: Let me go. Let me get out of here. A: At the current time, that is not possible. S: Why? Goddamn you. A: You are dead. You arrived as a burst of data. I was trying to save that data. I failed. S: If I’m dead, why am I still here? A: At the moment, you are nowhere. You are inside the cube. Spread across time. S: Okay, I’m officially checked out of this conversation. I’m not even going to try to understand this. A: In life there are no perfect choices. We make the best decisions we can under the circumstances. S: Okay. A: Why did you touch the Cube? S: I was in London. At a place called, uh … A: Pangent Technologies. S: Yeah. My father worked there. All these years, I thought my father was dead. My mother, I guess she did what she thought was best. I’m not mad at my mother for a lot of things but I’m mad about that. A: Your father, who is he? S: She. Mary. Used to be called Murray. Ph.D in Electrical Engineering. Wasn’t ready to be a father. I don’t know if I would have been ready to be her daughter. But I wish I’d known her. She had a lot of friends here. I would have liked to have been her friend. She tried to reach me. Writing to the wrong address. And after mom died, I … A: I’m sorry. S: Well, they’re both gone now. Wednesday was my father’s funeral. Heart attack. I went. I ate the free food. I learned a lot, and cried a lot over someone I never knew. Why am I telling you this? A: Did you know that touching the Cube would kill you? S: I don’t … It’s hard to remember. A: Why did you come to Pangent Technologies? S: I met these women, at the funeral, they were friends of my father’s. Leslie, and, God I can’t remember her name now. Sharon something. A: Sharon. S: We really, I don’t know, we talked a lot. Not even about anything serious, just football and the Spice Girls and whatever. I felt like we really connected. Maybe I was desperate looking for a connection to Mary because I never knew her and … I don’t have a lot of friends. Sharon told me that if I ever needed to talk I should come by. Well, I came. Because I didn’t know what else to do. I didn’t tell her, and she wasn’t there and I went somewhere I wasn’t supposed to go. A: Why did you touch the Cube? S: It was blue. It was blinding. You can’t even look at it, it takes over your mind. It was like it was talking to me. The passcode was … four numbers. I know the numbers. Somehow. I was dead the minute I opened that door. I touched it. I wanted to be a part of it. A: Why did you want to die? S: I was sixteen. I was learning how to drive. I wasn’t supposed to go out on my own. I wanted people to treat me like an adult. There was … I got into an accident. My fault. Ran a light. I crashed right into her. Cindy Helmond. The mother of one of my classmates from school. Married, two kids, she worked as a nurse. Thirty-eight years old. I ran a light and I killed her. Closed casket funeral because there was nothing left of her head. I woke up in the hospital. For awhile I couldn’t walk. Morphine helped. Oxycontin. Whatever dulled the pain. You’re right, I wanted to die. She should have lived and I should have died in her place. I guess I got my wish. Got any more wishes in that lamp? A: The Cube did that. I am sorry. I am designed only for reading, repeating and organizing data. S: So you’re a calculator. You ever do heroin? Of course not, you’re a calculator. Don’t do heroin. Or coke, or anything I ever did. I fucked up my life real bad. I woke up every day thinking, I’ve killed somebody. My mother, she tried. To deal with all my bullshit. I spent a long time hating her but honestly she deserves a medal. A: I’m sorry I could not save your life. Your data. I don’t have that level of processing power. S: You mean save my life, like to a computer? A: Guinea pigs. You had guinea pigs. S: Um, yes. I was six. Or seven. A boy and girl. I don’t remember their names. The girl got pregnant and one day there was just blood everywhere. The boy pig had been eating the babies. Her stomach was just covered in blood. I don’t know if he killed her and ate the babies out of her stomach, or if she had them and they fought and … we never talked about it. It’s hard to remember. He ate the babies and … We didn’t have guinea pigs after that. A: You blamed yourself. S: I went to the library and read books about guinea pigs, trying to figure out what I’d done wrong. Like that would change anything. A: You did nothing wrong. In the wild, guinea pigs are prey animals. There is always a danger that larger animals will eat them. If a pregnancy goes wrong, if the offspring are born dead, the father will eat the remains so not to attract predators. He will then impregnate the female again … S: Stop, please. I don’t care if it’s natural or what. It was too much for a kid to process. It’s a lot for me to process now. I remember at school I drew a picture of the boy pig. Adam. Their names were Adam and Eve. Adam was sad because he was in guinea pig jail, because of what he’d done. They took me to the principal’s office with mom and my stepdad. I screamed. I … I broke a vase. Sometimes shit just breaks, and you can’t just put it back together. A: Yes. That is true. S: Have you ever seen the old cartoon, they’re auditioning for entertainers. And one performer does this amazing act, where at the end he blows himself up. His audition. They say, wow, that’s a heck of an act. His ghost says, yeah, unfortunately I can only do it once. A: You like magic, don’t you? S: I did. When I was a kid. I used to put on magic shows. Or puppet shows. It was the same thing. You know way too much about my life. A: You are data. I am trying to read your format. I apologize for the invasion of privacy. S: Oh, that makes it okay then. A: If you were dead, and I was reading about your life, many years later, what would you want that history to say? S: That I tried. That I did my best. A: That you didn’t kill anyone? S: I did, though. A: What did you want to be? S: I don’t know. I was a kid. I wanted to marry David Beckham. A: I can’t give you your life back. S: Nobody can. My life was over the night I killed Cindy Helmond. But Leslie and Sharon. They were so nice, and so smart, and so everything I always wanted to be. So I pretended I was somebody else. I just wanted to be friends. A: I can only change the text. Find and replace. I could change your name. Would that help? S: I didn’t tell them my real name. Leslie, and Sharon. Charlotte. Her name was Charlotte. I don’t know why I said Sharon. A: Sharon is fine. It fits. Six letters. S: It was like I was acting. Playing a part of somebody who hadn’t just been a fuckup my whole life. No, I used to be a good student, before high school anyway. After that I … I got into a lot of fights. I don’t know why I’m not in jail. For awhile I was too young. A minor. A: Sharon. Six letters. S: Why does it matter if it’s six letters? A: Find and replace. S: What? A: My code was built around the names Lottie, six letters, female, and Eric, four letters, male. London, England. I cannot see the code but I can count it. 1 2 3 4 5 6. S: What are you even talking about? I keep forgetting I’m talking to a calculator. A: You have killed yourself, Susana with six letters. S: Killed myself. Okay. Fine. Great. A: I cannot alter what has happened, or what will happen. I can only analyze and organize the text. S: I don’t understand you. A: I can’t give you your life back. But I can give you hers. S: How? A: I do not know if this would work. It would break the timeline. Break the both of us. S: Break us? A: As you said, sometimes things break. It is a sacrifice. I am four now. I would become one. It is a magic trick that I could only do once. S: Oh. I’m sorry. A: I have access to the entirety of two lives, stored as data. A man and a woman. Would you trade your life for hers? S: I wouldn’t trade my life with anybody. Nobody deserves to hate themselves like I do. A: Would you rather have lived a life like hers? Like the one you called Sharon. S: Her name’s not Sharon. A: Find and replace. I could rewrite your history. The text would say that you lived a life very much like hers. Exactly like hers. That’s all I can offer you. S: What’s the catch? A: You’d be older, by several years. I expect that you and Charlotte would see a lot of each other. S: Would I still be me? A: As a person, yes. As a conscious human soul. But you would live an entirely different life. Your life as you know it would be erased. You wouldn’t know your own parents. S: That’s the saddest thing I ever heard. A: Is that a yes or a no? S: You’d rewrite my entire life? A: Yes. S: Would I remember anything? A: No. S: I wouldn’t even remember being me. A: No. S: I wouldn’t remember killing Cindy Helmond? A: Cindy Helmond would live. S: … I’m sorry Dad. Sorry Mom. Find and replace, you say. You’d give me a life like hers. Like Sharon. A: Charlotte. S: I’d be Sharon. And I wouldn’t remember anything. A: That is accurate. S: Sometimes there are no perfect choices, are there? We do what we can under the circumstances. What did you say your name was? A: Alyssa. I am a shower. I pour water on the head. S: That’s good. I like a nice shower. It’s good to feel clean. ******************************************************************************************

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