Notes:All my love to @ezrasbirdie for continuing to beta read this series and for her enthusiasm for this chapter when she read it over ❤️ Also a huge thank you to everyone who left such kind feedback on chapter one. I’ve got most of the plot mapped out and I’m excited for you all to see where this goes!
Comments/reblogs appreciated!
Chapter warnings: Swearing, fated lovers, divorced main characters, therapy, yearning, a couple of horny adults
I just read this on A03 and had to come here and reblog! This is seriously so so so good! I love Marcus like this, and I love the therapy sessions for both him and reader! Oooooof! I’m hooked.
A/N: I have a lot to say for myself. Don’t have much of an explanation. That’ll be at the end. This and chapter 19 were originally one chapter but it was getting to be somewhere upwards of 15,000 words so I split them up. That one is hopefully coming soon. (and by coming soon I mean I’m going to finish it tonight if it’s the last thing I do)
Song: “As the World Caves In” by Sarah Cothran, “Dust to Dust” by The Civil Wars, “Missing Piece” by Vance Joy, “Cosmic Love” by Florence + The Machine
“Hundreds of buildings across the city are out of power as yet another explosion rocks the city. The bomb was reported to have gone off just over an hour ago.” The television set rambles on in the background of the crowded police station.
The team bustles around one another, trying to coordinate with the frantic police officers. “Do we have any more information about the location of the bomb?” JJ walks over to stand with Hotch, staring up at the television set.
“It’s close. Midtown. That’s all we know.” Hotch’s responses are short, clipped. His mind has already traveled to the worst possible case. He’s just waiting for his team to catch up with his thinking. The FBI has made their presence abundantly clear in the city. There’s no way that the unsub wouldn’t know about the team. They gave a press conference just the other day. Correction. You gave the press conference with him. Your face on that TV. How could he not have thought about this? The press conference clearly made you a target.
the worst thing about writing or any kind of craft is having an idea you’re really excited to make a reality but then you sit down and realize how much work it’s going to take to get to that point and suddenly you feel like those two little gay guys in the mountain in the lord of the rings
do you remember how good it was in our head mr frodo
