This is the love story of Chris Evans and long time girlfriend Ciara as told through their instagrams.

"Will you help me, [Y/N]?" "I don't do favors, Rogers. What do I get in return?" "What do you want?" "Now you're speaking my language, captain." --- [Y/F/N] [Y/L/N] is a villain, feared, destructive, and high on the Avengers' watch list. She's classified as a major threat, too dangerous to be left alone despite being one of the more quiet ones. Unfortunately for them, she's a slippery bastard who seems to always know how to play her cards right. They never stood a chance. After a slip-up on her part, a certain super soldier managed to track her down and got to know her better than any criminal report can. It only reminded him that the world never was so black and white. [Takes place after CA:TWS and before AoU in an AU where Bucky stayed with Steve and became an avenger] ++**~~COMPLETE BUT UNDER MAJOR RE-EDITTING~~**++

Y/n and Dr. Spencer Reid have been friends the moment she joined the team, but their interest in one another begins to change. Will this blossoming romance thrive in the midst of mania?

✧ -"Closing your eyes, you think of the man who's holding you; what he's been through...you and Spencer Reid are two broken people just trying to put yourselves back together again. Somehow, you are his glue, and he is yours."-✧

a dwindling, mercurial high - - - - - - - inspired by Taylor Swifts song, illicit affairs. I do not own criminal minds, just this plot and oc's. all rights are reserved

Spencer meets a girl he can't get enough of at the nightclub, then quickly realizes she is not supposed to be there. (Originally posted on Tumblr & AO3)

You've been with the BAU for a few months but your temper and constant defiance of authority drives Aaron Hotchner insane. The only way he knows to tame you is to punish you, but you find punishment can be very rewarding. (This is my first Criminal Minds fic and my first time posting to Wattpad so I apologize if I mess up or forget a tag or warning or anything. Also if someone else has posted a fic like this, credit for the idea goes to them.)

"How many existentialists does it take to screw a lightbulb?" Spencer asked with a small laugh. Once again the room was silent. You faintly heard Agent Rossi mutter, "Don't." "2. One to change the light bulb and one to observe how it symbolizes an incandescent beacon of subjectivity in a netherworld of cosmic nothingness," he said. The room was silent still, until you laughed. His eyes looked up at yours in confusion. "Wouldn't they sit in the dark and hope that the bulb decided to light again? An existentialist would never change the bulb. He would allow the darkness to exist," you questioned. - #1 #spencerreid #1 #mgg #1 emilyprentiss