Lovely

𝗘𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻: Peanut

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'"I believe you'

'You did nothing wrong'

'This was not your fault'

Three sentences can turn a victim into a survivor.

Three sentences that are not used nearly enough."

-Nikita Gills

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⚠️Warning!⚠️
[Mentions of self harm, blood, assault, and DETAILED sexual assault]

Spencer is awoken by his alarm blaring on his bedside table. He wipes his hand over his face before turning over and pressing the off button.

Y/n let's out a barely noticeable whimper as Spencer shifts to get out of bed. She had her arm splayed out across his torso and one of her legs curled up on top of his hip. It became clear to him it wouldn't be so easy to get out of bed this morning.

"Lovely," he whispered, pushing a piece of her hair out of her face. He admired her for a moment, taking in how peaceful she looks and not wanting to ruin that so early in the morning.

"Hm?" She hums, stirring in her sleep. She lets out a huff of air and digs her head farther into Spencer's chest.

He smiles at her gesture as he flattens down her hair and kissing the top of her head. "Baby, I have to go. Emily wants us there at seven."

"Okay..." she whispers, finally opening her eyes and removing her limbs from his body. He smiles down at her and swings his legs over the bed to stand. "I'll come by to see the team later, when it's not so early." She whines, turning over in the bed and wrapping herself up in the blankets.

Spencer chuckles and plants another kiss on her head, "okay, goodnight." He replies before turning towards the bathroom to get ready.

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It had been about two hours since Spencer left for the office. Y/n spent those hours sleeping. Once she woke up she felt guilty for sleeping for so long while they were working on the case she provided, so she forced herself to get up.

She had gotten dressed into a red, flowy sundress that reached to about her mid-thigh.