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colibritas Ā· 2 years ago
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pairing: bobby marks x f!detective (camilla reyes) (past) (listen. i know.)
word count: 1,738 words | rating: T, brief mentions of alcohol ig?
summary: The detective goes on a walk and stumbles upon a memory. (post book 3 Bobby route - vague spoilers ahead!)
authorā€™s note: i have no words and no excuses but i think it would be neat if they get some closure B) i literally canā€™t believe my first fic for this fandom heavily focuses on bobby marks, donā€™t look at me
read on ao3!
Thereā€™s a weathered old wooden bench near the cliffs at the lighthouse, where the stars shine brightly on clear nights, and the breeze coasting in from the ocean is cold but smells like salt and memory.
Camilla doesnā€™t pass it often, these days. The nostalgic ache it stirs in her tastes like cheap rum and cheap promises, makes her feel a little too hollow.
Sheā€™s not totally sure what brings her there tonight. She knows she shouldnā€™t be wandering the shaded paths of Wayhaven alone at night, with her blood calling like a siren song to every Trapper and toothed creature in a hundred miles.
But thereā€™s always been an itch in her soul, compels her to wander to ease the stirring. Walking a beat used to help, particularly at night when she had Tinaā€™s laughter to keep her company.
Now, the shadows are no longer friends to shelter her, but the promise of some new horror to steal her away. There is no laughter to keep her company, just the whisper of the wind and the way her skin prickles at the groaning of the trees.
The waves lapping along the shore still her mind with a static fuzz, and the night is quiet and velvet. Itā€™s late summer, the perfect time for a near-midnight walk, and the dying embers of the season are pleasant to warm herself to even though clouds cover the blanket of stars. A soft summer storm had swept through earlier that day, and the air is fresh and verdant with the ghost of it, grass and earth damp beneath her shoes. As she approaches the bend where the bench looks out over the waterline she slows, seeing a worried figure seated there, hunched over.
The smart thing would be to turn and walk away before they notice her, and she nearly does before she catches a glimpse of caramel-coloured hair dripping with silver in the faint moonlight. It would still be the smart thing to turn and walk away; now more than ever, maybe.
ā€œBobby?ā€
He spins to face her, coiled like a spring as he leaps to his feet. Tense, anticipatory. She raises both hands like a white flag. ā€œJust me. Didnā€™t want to sneak up on you. Is that pepper spray in your pocket, or are you happy to see me?ā€
Camilla nods at where his hand hovers not too far from his belt.
He settles back into a more Bobby-like cadence and forcibly relaxes. ā€œIā€™m always happy to see you, angel,ā€ he drawls. Itā€™s not very convincing. Even through the dim light she can see the shimmer of tension in his fingers. ā€œYou just caught me by surprise, is all.ā€
Slowly, she steps toward him, still keeping her hands raised at first, but lowering them as he eases his own arms down at his sides, looking a little less like heā€™s going to snap and blast pepper spray in her eyes. His gaze is unfocused in a way sheā€™s not used to, no longer liquid and confident. She approaches like she might a wounded animal before settling down on one edge of the bench. He sits at the other, and a thick, heavy quiet settles on its haunches between them.
And, eventually, once the blanketing silence grows too oppressive in the warm night:
ā€œI donā€™t think Iā€™ve seen you here since we broke up,ā€ he says, voice a little too loud, a little too strained against the darkness.
ā€œBecause I havenā€™t been,ā€ Camilla mumbles. ā€œFigured youā€™d probably not want me skulking around if you decided to bring a new partner here.ā€
He goes a bit quiet, at that. ā€œCā€™mon, Camilla,ā€ he mutters. ā€œThis was our spot.ā€
The tide rolls in. It smells like summer. Reminds her of warm, sloppy kisses at the tail end of summer break, the wooden slats of this weathered old bench uncomfortable under the heels of her palms, and the first time he said he loved her. Sheā€™d believed him, then.
The ache gnaws at her.
ā€œYou still come out here often?ā€ She asks, instead of saying the thing she really wants to say. Sheā€™s not sure if she wants the answer to this question, either, now that she thinks about it, but itā€™s already out of her mouth and she canā€™t take it back. Maybe sheā€™ll get lucky and heā€™ll deflect it with some sort of flirtation or angle, anyway, like he always does.
ā€œYeah. When I need to think,ā€ he says instead, the moonlight softening him, fuzzing his edges.
She bites back the short reply at the tip of her tongue. He doesnā€™t deserve her scorn, not when he says something genuine for once. Something in her, the ungenerous part thatā€™s still a little raw, reminds her that heā€™s often used his own vulnerability as the scalpel to cut her open in the past. Itā€™s long past the time when she should have stopped falling for it, but she still does every time. Hook, line, sinker.
ā€œWhat were you thinking about?ā€
ā€œHow fucked up itā€™s all gotten,ā€ he says with a strained laugh. ā€œI mean, Jesus. You ever see all of this coming?ā€
ā€œShit, Bobby. If I saw half of this coming Iā€™dā€™ve bought several lottery tickets by now. Iā€™d be relaxing on a beach somewhere, with a margarita in each hand and not a care in the world.ā€
ā€œI hope one of the margaritas would be for me?ā€
ā€œNot a chance, get your own damn margaritas.ā€
They both chuckle a little, soft and quiet. Itā€™s easy, until it hurts. Their laughter trails off into silence.
The waves against the beach. Kisses that tasted like cheap rum and empty promises. The ache gnaws her hollow, licks the meat off her bones.
She tucks her knees up to her chest and leans back. The wooden planks dig into her spine, but it feels real and not like the haze of memory.
ā€œIf I asked you something right now, would you tell me the truth?ā€ She whispers into the breeze. Almost hoping the wind will catch her voice and toss it high above their heads where no-one will hear it.
Bobby hesitates. ā€œAt this point, angel, I donā€™t think youā€™d believe me if I lied.ā€
ā€œDid you love me?ā€
ā€œCamilla,ā€ he says, sounding strangled. He forces a laugh. ā€œI donā€™t think anyone couldā€™ve grown up with you and not fallen in love with you.ā€
She squeezes her eyes shut. The truth from him hurts more than the lies, sometimes.
And, quieter, he says: ā€œOf course I love you. ā€”Loved.ā€
ā€œThen whyā€”ā€
ā€œI donā€™t know,ā€ he lies.
They quiet, that silence sitting hunched between them still.
He bridges it first. Stretches a hand across the ten inches of eternity between them; she sees the movement from the corner of her eye. Heā€™d never been one for romantic gestures, when they were together. It was allā€” pageantry, ego-stroking. And she (fatherless, motherless) had devoured every morsel of attention like oxygen to a flame even if she knew deep down it didnā€™t mean to him what it did to her.
Hook, line, sinker. She closes the space, brushes her knuckles against his, and he interlaces their fingers. The summer air is warm, but his hand is cold. Thereā€™s a tremble to the pulse she can feel thrumming in his wrist, like a hummingbird heart.
ā€œItā€™s too late for us, isnā€™t it?ā€ He mumbles.
Camilla gives his hand a squeeze. Years ago, she might have felt a spark of hope at their interlocked fingers, the way his hand warms at her touch.
ā€œI think that ship has sailed.ā€ She turns to give him a small smile. Thereā€™s no spark of hope there anymore, just a used-to-be. A sigh runs ragged over his lips. He looksā€¦ tired, actually. A little worn. Not quite as coiffed and shining as he usually is, though he still strikes a handsome silhouette with the faded moonlight casting him in soft, luminescent edges.
ā€œYeah, I thought so.ā€ He hesitates. ā€œAre youā€¦ happy?ā€
Camilla thinks of warm brown eyes, honey-sweet, filling her mouth with poetry.
ā€œYeah,ā€ she says.
ā€œEven with the world going crazy and knowing there are monsters out there that want to kill you? With the danger?ā€
ā€œThe world was already crazy, and I was already in danger. Have you seen my car?ā€
He grimaces. ā€œI try not to. You can hear it before you see it, anyway, so you can just scrunch your eyes closed andā€”ā€
ā€œOkay, okay, I get it.ā€ She canā€™t help the grin that spreads across her face. ā€œSome part of me honestly still feels likeā€¦ like Iā€™m going to wake up tomorrow and none of it will be real. But yeah. Iā€™m happy. I donā€™t have to do it alone, you know?ā€
When he falls silent, she nudges herself across the gap, until their knees touch, their shoulders bump together. ā€œAnd you donā€™t, either.ā€
He sighs, releases her hand so he can stretch an arm around her shoulder. Itā€™s a move heā€™s made before, sitting here on this bench, but it doesnā€™t feel the same. None of the fire, like whiskey burning a trail down your throat. None of the heavy-lidded gazes. Sheā€™s surprised to find that it doesnā€™t hurt. It almost feelsā€¦ comfortable, this time. Sheā€™ll always love him, too, a part of her recognizesā€”but not the way she used to.
ā€œI donā€™t, huh? You think you can get me the number of any of those sexy agents, then?ā€
ā€œUgh, you suck.ā€ Camilla swats at his knee playfully, no real bite to her words. He laughs in response.
His arm pulls a little closer around her shoulders, and he points up at the sky. ā€œHey, look.ā€
The clouds have parted, and above them the sky glitters like a gown studded with so many diamonds. When she hastens a careful glance up at him, heā€™s smiling. A small smile, relaxed, not the usual suggestive smirk sheā€™s grown used to. She feels her face light with a smile, too, and it feels a bit like forgiveness.
The stars shine down on them and the waves crash, but the air tastes like rain and summer, like damp grass and fragrant earth. Itā€™s not the same as it was because theyā€™re not the same as they were, and itā€™sā€¦ good. At least in this moment, the ache sheā€™d grown used to feels like the dull twinge of a broken bone healing.
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roboyomo Ā· 1 month ago
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fun little colored sketches and sprite redraws of shadow milk ^_^ Sorrgy he is Haunting Me Very Badly at the moment i can't help it
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and also Them Both. god idk why but i really Really like the duo of elder faerie and shadow milk please don't kill me with hammers for this
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voidandradiance Ā· 4 months ago
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my three year side jaunt into star wars fic does sometimes come to haunt me in the form of worms for tropes that are so specific to their natural environment that they seem insane when removed from it. however i do not care simply because i like to kick my feet and giggle about dramedy time travel. im making aus of aus babey and they live rent free in my head
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konnorhasapen Ā· 2 years ago
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Me waiting anxiously to see a sneak peek thumbnail of Quinn's logo with the word 'Run.' stamped on it in big red letters:
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oliveroctavius Ā· 1 year ago
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late silver age Spidey having characters talk about how Gwen's death was two (publication) years ago despite Peter still having not graduated college vs USM claiming Uncle Ben died "one year ago" a full decade down the publication line: fight
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witchofthemidlands Ā· 10 months ago
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tales of the tardis is enough for me, it is, it really is, after all those years, jamie & zoe finally got their memories back & if that's the last we see of jamie mccrimmon that was fantastic, it was more than enough, there is & now will always be a conclusion
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if i had to bring any classic who companion back to new (new?) who it would be jamie, it would always be jamie because the idea of jamie meeting a modern doctor sends me just a tad feral, just a a little bit balls to the wall feral.
#jamie mccrimmon#even though i would sell my soul to sarah jane imagine jamie in school reunion#can you imagine if jamie had been in the giggle#i dont know how they would have transported him through time but#yet i think about him being there and meeting fourteen and donna#fourteen sees him and just stops working#donna sees him looking at jamie and she hasnt seen the doctor look at anyone like that aside from rose#she said it was like a furnace looking back at the time she was the doctordonna but when she was the doctordonna i have always thought#she must have seen the doctors memories of jamie i headcanon she saw those memories quite clearly#i wonder if the doctor ever thought about what the time lords did to jamie when he had to wipe donnas mind#imagine donna and jamie interacting#donna wants to dropkick the time lords#donna and jamie being there when the bi regeneration happens jamie is with him this time they wont be torn apart again#apparently all doctors have been hatched across the galaxy the bi regen was the miracle of rebirth#so jamie does leave fourteen and donna#but we see him running towards a different tardis that just landed#because as soon as two was respawned i just know he went back for jamie#jamie gets to spend the rest of his life with his doctor#i love mel i love her i love her i love her but she just pops to earth here and there because glitz isnt gone šŸ˜©#they are still causing havoc in space together#i know his actor passed away but it still hit me hard knowing the character is now gone too šŸ„ŗ#he may have been an antagonist at various points but that dude was snazzy#classic who#doctor who#whoniverse#this is what happens when i dont sleep for 24 hrs
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kresnikcest Ā· 26 days ago
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Post-canon Julius trying to leave Ludger for his own good has definitely used the excuse of ā€œIā€™m too busyā€ and one day Ludger is gonna be like. You have a phone. You MADE that thing. Answer my goddamn texts!!!!
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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 Ā· 4 months ago
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Dropkick Murphys - Take It And Run
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psychology-department Ā· 1 year ago
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IMPORTANT: MOVING MY BRIGHT POSTS
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Due to external issues, harassment and my own mental issues, I just don't feel comfy with Bright stuff on this account any longer. I want to keep enjoying Bright as is and post stuff about him so I have decided to move all of it to @jack-of-amulets, my side blog. I've been considering doing this for a while, so I'm doing it.
That side blog does contain a little bit of kinposting, but otherwise it should be just facts about my iteration of the character and art of him too.
I have reblogged all my previous posts there and I really hope you understand my situation.
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dnangelic Ā· 1 year ago
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kutiee Ā· 1 year ago
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The teaser šŸ˜³
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sorenthestoryteller Ā· 2 years ago
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-Drop Kick Murphys, ā€œRun Hitler Runā€ (ā€™Okemah Risingā€˜)
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cinastre Ā· 2 years ago
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my most insane dreams are always in the 7ish minutes my brain and body reject having to get up for the day
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midnightswithdearkatytspb Ā· 2 years ago
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Mad King Ronan: The Playlist
Glimpse of Us by Joji
Day Is Gone by Noah Gundersen & The Forest Rangers
My Dadā€™s Gone Crazy by Eminem & Hailie Jade
Numb by Linkin Park
Lithium by EvanescenceĀ 
Hurt by Johnny Cash
Seven Nation Army by The White StripesĀ 
Hand In The Sky (Big Shot) by Straylight Run
Oh Death by Noah Gundersen
Ten Times More by Dropkick Murphys
Youā€™re Gonna Go Far Kid by The OffspringĀ 
Sunday Bloody Sunday by U2
Bleeding Out by Imagine DragonsĀ 
Broken Crown by Mumford & Sons
Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace
Till Itā€™s Gone by Yelawolf
Drunken Lullabies by Flogging Molly
Skinny Love by Bon Iver
Heron Blue by Sun Kil Moon
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spoonbenders Ā· 2 years ago
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unfortunately i feel like if i tried to fight reigen arataka he'd kick my ass
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raccoonshuffle Ā· 5 months ago
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Literally Duolingo can go fuck itself sometimes, like if you're not teaching me what particles go where in a sentence then that's on you, motherfucker!!!
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