#700!

I just want to make this simple and sweet and y'all are way too precious...

Thank you so much for another milestone achieved and no words can explain how much I love y'all starting the first day, so thank you all for this!!!! I won't cry ofc aish

Keep safe Orenjideul! Thanks again! <3

!!!! Hello!!

Theres 700 of you!! ::0

700 of you receive my shitty aus on your dash every so often!!! Very Sorry ::)

Headers!

made these to match the icons!

criminal minds icons [1] [2]

A/n: I’m such a Luke girl man... truly my weakness

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You don’t normally show up to Luke’s apartment unannounced. You were ever the polite house guest, popping up on the occasion but always sending a text to let Luke know you were on his way. Not that he minded if you visited him randomly - he was more than happy to let you in when ever. It was just out the ordinary for you, so when you show up to his house at 4 in the morning on a weeknight, he figures something must be up.

A knock on the door and Roxys footsteps have Luke opening up the door to see you. The first thing he notices is the tip of your nose, red as can be and your wet hair and clothes. You give Luke a small smile, not wanting to make too much of a mess or bother him. He just gives you a look of soft concern.

“Hey, Y/N - you okay?,” he’s too tired to be more coherent than that.

“Yeah, it’s just my car broke down down the road and it’s too late to go back to my apartment so I was hoping to crash here,” you ask, teeth chattering. Luke nods, ushering you inside.

“Of course, how long did you walk?,” Luke asks.

“A couple of miles,” you admit. Luke’s eyes shoot up in surprise.

“You should’ve called,”

“Phone was dead,” you laugh. Luke immediately goes to his closet to grab you some not wet clothes, handing them to you.

“Here, go change into these and I’ll put your stuff in the dryer,” Luke says softly. You blush at the fact you’d be wearing his clothes, your obvious crush only growing.

You reappear changed and Luke’s heart feels like it stops. You fiddle with the band on his sweatpants and he can’t help but smile.

“I can sleep on the couch -,” you start, but Luke stops you dead in your tracks.

Jemima: Why do you wanna see it?

Pouncival: He's my best friend!

Jemima: Again, why do you wanna see it?

Pouncival: What if Tumblebrutus has an accident? What if he's horribly disfigured and I have to identify him, and all that remains are his private parts? I'm standing there and I'm saying: "Sorry officer, I can't help you, because, no, I haven't seen his penis", and boom, he's buried in an unmarked grave.