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Spencer Reid x she/her!reader
We’re Really Doing This?
You take some deep breaths. The person in the mirror is you, you know that. Just you, with your hair in perfect waves framing your face, with delicate flowers intertwined in random strands. Just you, with makeup on your face that accentuates all of your features, it doesnt overshadow them. Just you, appearing ethereal even to yourself, a still moment of peace while others bustle around the room behind you. Just you, in a wedding dress.
The diamonds on the delicate silver band wrapped around your ring finger catch the light and distract you momentarily, sending your mind flying at full speed to that exact second. It was December, snow was falling, you and Spencer were in your garden just having a snowball fight before you decided to place some deck chairs in the snow and admire the stars. The thought of you and Spencer all wrapped up in wooly mittens and hats and coats and fluffy blankets, it was enough to make you giggle and shake your head. But then the memory progressed to when Spencer randomly stood up, letting his blanket fall onto the snow, the lights from inside the house casting a glow on half of his face with the shadow of the night claimed the other half. You raised an eyebrow at him, used to his odd antics enough to not question him with words, but still curious. Whatever you thought he was going to do next, you could not have predicted the movements that followed. He gently took your left hand and pulled you up to stand in front of him, carefully removing the mitten from your hand and folding it in his pocket before he lowered himself to one knee. It was then you realised why he hadnt picked up the blanket, he had even orchestrated a detail as small as his knee pressing into that rather than the snow. The question passed his lips and you felt time stop, the scene embroidering itself permanently in your mind so that you couldnt forget a single detail. And then, before even fully returning to yourself, you nodded, tears blurring your vision.
Tears blur your vision again as you think back to it, but you’re quick to lift your gaze to the ceiling and blink them back as to not ruin the hard work of JJ who applied your makeup. The few people in the room bustled around, tidying up the makeup and hair products used to get you ready. Your eyes are drawn back to your reflection, still in disbelief at how beautiful even you can admit you look. Oh, if Spencer had heard you admit that, you think to yourself, bringing a smile to your face. The patterns of your long, lace sleeves hug your arms, as does the soft bodice of the dress, and you conclude that the seams are quite literally holding you in; without them you would have melted to the floor by now. This dress had been one that you had seen on the internet years ago, a link that you’d favourited and returned to on countless occasions when you envisioned your dream wedding. You never once imagined you’d get the chance to wear it, you assumed the customisations would cost far too much, but thankfully you and Spencer were together long enough before the proposal so you had time to save up.
A knock at the door causes you to jolt back to your senses.
“He’s ready!” Derek calls from the other side of the door, and you feel your stomach somersault out of your body.
“So is she!” Penelope calls back as she smiles at you.
Shaking your head at a pace that leaves you dizzy, your best friend laughs and steps closer to you to grab your hand and drag you out of the room, towards an empty hall.
This was one of the first ideas for the wedding that you and Spencer agreed on. Spencer was already in the hall, he came in through a different entrance and is standing on one side of a door so that he couldnt see you. Within a few seconds, you arrive at the other side.
“Love?” Your fiancé whispers through the door as Penelope runs out of the hall squealing.
“Hi.” You squeak, leaning against the door in shock at hearing Spencer, despite knowing in advance he would be there.
The photographer strolls casually into the open hall, his shoes echoing against the wooden floor.
“You guys ready?” He calls out as he sets up his camera in front of the two of you, positioning the shot so that the door is in the centre of the frame with you and Spencer on either side.
“Ready.” Your soon-to-be husband speaks clearly, with confidence, but you know he’s as nervous as you.
“Ready.” You breathe out, nodding to yourself in reassurance.
“Good, let’s get started then!” The photographer grins, his eyes flicking from one side of the door to the other.
Taking another deep breath, you unclench your dress with your right hand, letting it travel round the door shakily until you feel Spencer’s fingers intertwine with yours. Both of you gasp, and the photographer begins snapping pictures. Your left hand snaps over your mouth, your eyes squinting closed as you fight to hold back tears, feeling the edge of Spencer’s suit sleeve on your head and knowing he’s also reacting to feeling your dress sleeve as the sound of his heavy breathing reaches your ears.
“Oh my god!” You cry behind your hand, your words muffled.
“I know!” Spencer gasps back.
He squeezes your hand lightly and you immediately squeeze it in return, the sound of the camera clicking doesnt cross either of your minds.
“Okay guys, I’ve got enough pictures here so Im gonna go carry on getting set up for the main event. Come when you’re ready!” With that, he darts out of the room, leaving you and Spencer gripping each other at the edge of the door, wanting to see each other so badly but understanding it’ll be better to wait.
“So...we’re really doing this?” You ask him, laughing in disbelief.
“I suppose we are!” Spencer laughs with you.
“You’d better go stand up the front, I’ve gotta fix my makeup since I’ve just cried most of it off.” You admit, realising your previous efforts to resist crying had been pointless after all.
Spencer chuckles “Alright sweetheart, meet me at the altar?”
You smile, staring up at the ceiling “I’ll be the one in white.”
His hand reluctantly slips away from yours, and you hear his footsteps travelling further away from you as he leaves through his exit. You take a few moments to collect yourself before you also make your way out, heading back into the open arms of JJ who is waiting to fix your smudged and tear stained face.
The reflection meets you again, but you dont even have to remind yourself that it’s you. She’s smiling, with rosy cheeks and tears that are being wiped away by her friend. She’s relieved, exhilarated, excited.
And most importantly, she’s ready to marry the love of her life.
