Spencer Hastings.

"𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. . . 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺." ↳ 𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧 𝙃𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚. descriptive & crossover-friendly. multiverse. seeking banter and storylines.

|| I suddenly found myself missing Spencer big time, so I'll just... banter with myself and Evan. Or the verse could come alive again. Just saying.

"That's beside the point." The brunette emits a huff before taking a sip of the warm beverage. It's her third flat white, she thinks, but who's counting? Wordlessly, she retrieves her phone and unlocks it before sliding it towards the shorter femme, displaying an anonymous text.

"H e l p." It's all she utters as she makes herself at home next to @FilmyAurora, two cups of coffee in her hands.

beloved? s q u i n t s. "okay, spill it. what do you want?"

A L I - -

There's the unmistakable glint of mischief in Spencer's doe eyes while her arms boldly slip around Emily's waist to draw her closer. "Something wrong, honey?"

Who could blame me? Look at you, gorgeous.

She suddenly has to help her do said thing.

"Might we add a good morning kiss to that list?" She purrs, returning to bed with the requested items, and placing the breakfast tray on her girlfriend's lap.

"Have you also applied the same method yourself?"

"Hey!" Spencer gasped in protest, brows furrowing, though she should have seen it coming, really. "Do you have something better in mind?" A small huff parted her lips as her arms folded across her chest. "And just so you know, I'm not in the mood to terrorize anyone."

|| this pinned tweet is so old i'm crying

Cue a glare.

No hair? It must be her lucky day. S n i g g e r s .

ready to kick monday's ass.