Natasha Romanoff was dead. They have won the war, the ultimate battle, but they have lost the soul that represented what they stood for. But what if there was a chance to get her back? A soul for a soul. That was the rule Steve Rogers engraved in his mind on his mission to return all the infinity stones back to their proper timelines. And his first stop was: Vormir. ❝It wasn't just about returning the soul stone. It was about getting her back.❞ [[ more than 50,000 words]]

Reid sighed contently, and took another sip of his coffee. 'I love you too Derek, but you never give me a chance to say it.' Several fluffy stories about the ship Moreid 😍 *Disclaimer* I don't own Criminal Minds, nor their characters ! I just wrote some fanfiction set in their universe.

Derek Morgan and Spencer Reid were as close as any other member of their team. They were formed as a family structure would be, except for they hunted psychos instead of going to dinner every night. Sorry I suck as descriptions! I promise that it is worth the read! Disclaimer- I do not own criminal minds, and nor do I take credit for the picture.

When JJ is getting beat up by will and will kidknapps Henry will Spencer be there to help

Doctor Spencer Reid, of the FBI's BAU, has a little secret. "When can I say that I'm taken?" "Later." "Okay."

In an effort to avoid advances from a certain southern detective, JJ tells him that she's dating Emily and even kisses her to prove it. She soon realizes that she can't get that pretend kiss out of her mind. All credit goes to the original author

Spencer and Derek have always had a flirty friendship, but what happens when one finally works up the courage to ask the other out? Will their work life be able to stand the relationship? Or will it shatter like broken glass?

Aaron Hotchner doesn't smile much. He never thought one person could change that. Little did he know that Karen "Kay" Travis was gonna turn his world around. *COMPLETED*

To the world, I've seen you in distress. I've seen you trample over sands. I've seen you aim missiles. So when my cuts needed healing, I chose God over you instead. - An account of a childhood obsession that turned into a lifelong faith. - © 2015 welkinist

a christian devotional