spence-tober: day 13 - model
pairing: model!spencer reid x fem!reader
summary: in which your model boyfriend springs a surprise on you during what you thought was an ordinary shoot
word count: 1922
warnings: proposal!!!!, fluff, spencer being too gorgeous for his own good
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Early mornings were not your thing. Not at all, but sometimes when the occasion called for it, it was not rare to see you up and at it before the sun rose.
More often than not, those occasions included you editing photos late at night into early morning, watching from your studio as the sun rose in the large window walls. It was the consequence of taking last minute shoot briefs or freelance favors from former clients or friends. It didn’t help that you were a perfectionist and a people pleaser so that often meant saying yes more often than you should and spending way too much time editing photos for minute differences.
You look over to your left from your seat in the passenger’s seat of the car.
But these early mornings weren’t so bad, you thought. Coffee in the cup holders, the sun peeking over the horizon, the seemingly endless meadows to either side of the road, and your lovely boyfriend of five years driving right next to you.
While you are a photographer by trade, your boyfriend, funnily enough, is a model. And a damn good one at that, if you do say so yourself. Spencer was a handsome man, with his window-like eyes and his messily hot hair. His chiseled face and his tall stature. His large hands and his lithe stature. You could go on and on and on about why Spencer is possibly the most gorgeous model you’ve ever had the pleasure to photograph.
But Spencer also understood directions and had been in the business long enough (once he had met you) to be able to understand what a client wanted. Not only is he a pretty model, but a competent one at that.
The two of you had met at a photoshoot you were both hired for. You, as the lead photographer, and Spencer, as one of the models. Both of you were a part of separate hiring agencies and had just happened to be hired for the same briefing. It wasn’t until the shoot was officially done and you had sent out complimentary finished photos via email to all the models when Spencer had asked to see you again.
Ever since then, you’ve been dating. That was nearly five years ago now and the two of you were still going strong. He still modeled separately for the most part and you still took other photographing gigs. Sometimes you worked together, but work was work and both of you had built your careers before meeting.
The reason you were both up so early was because of a brief that the two of you were hired for. It was from a small jewerly company that you had worked with before separately, but this time they wanted both of you with Spencer being the only model for their new fall collection.
You loved the opportunities to have a private shoot with your boyfriend. It made the whole thing a lot more intimate and made for some fun memories alongside with the actual pay.
In the back of the SUV Spencer was driving was several things for both of you. In the backseat there was several outfits hung up in case both of you decided an outfit change was needed. Then there was several large lights, your personal camera, a portable steamer for clothes, a pop-up changing tent for Spencer, some light makeup, some small props, and of course the new jewelry collection that Spencer was going to model.
Despite the coffee you had eagerly sucked down to get you going, you let out a rather large yawn, one that made your eyes slightly water.
“You good there?” Spencer asks, his eyes are still on the road but your yawn brought his attention to you.
You nod, reaching for your near empty cup, “Just tired.” Spencer didn’t mind early mornings as much as you.
“Hmm,” He hums, “Well, we’re almost there and the sun’s about to come up, so it should help wake you up.”
Spencer’s right, the sun is spreading that early morning glow across the sky and the ground. The road you’re on is a less traveled on out from the city and there’s nothing but fields and meadows of grass and some lovely flowers.
The briefing you got was a simple one. The company was entrusting you with a lot of the details. All they wanted was some great promotional photos for their new fall collection of gold and autumnal jewelry. You had chosen the setting, the meadows have been a favorite site of yours to do freelance photos or to just expand your own portfolio with indulgence shoots.
You knew it would be perfect for what the client wanted. Spencer with his messy hair in a simple white button up with pieces of gold jewelry on his bare skin as he stood in a meadow of grass and barley and flowers with a large golden glow over the whole thing. It would be perfect.
As Spencer pulled off to the side of the road, the sun was just over the horizon now and it gave the two of you plenty of time to set up and get the pictures in the yellow shine that you were so desperately craving to have translated onto the pictures.
Before you could exit the car, Spencer took your hand in his, effectively stopping you.
He brought your hand up to him and kissed your knuckles in a sweet gesture, “Ready to do this, love?” He asked.
You smiled at him, “Of course.” You answer, “Just another day.”
A weird smile grew on his face. There was some sort of message that you couldn’t quite decipher, “Just another day.” He repeated.
You lovingly pressed a kiss on his temple before now exiting the car. He let go of your hand finally, but lingered where he was for a moment before following after at the trunk of the car where you had started to grab equipment.
His hands reached over yours to grab the few boxes of jewelry, “I’ll grab the collection if you set up?” He offered.
“Sure,” You answered as you flitted through the settings of your camera, making sure everything was good to go.
Your eyebrows furrow for a moment, confused, “Didn’t you want to get ready?” You asked.
Spencer shook his head, “Nope, I’m all good to go. Just gonna put some of this on.” He replies, gesturing to the boxes in hand.
You watch as he returns to the driver’s seat of the car and opens the boxes of necklaces, bracelets, watches, and more. Usually while you would set up the shoot, Spencer would cycle through a few outfits, touch up some makeup as needed, or choose to steam the outfit he had on.
You shrug it off and continue on with your end of the shoot. By the time everything was ready, Spencer wearing a nice set of necklaces and bracelets and you ready with your camera around your neck, you both headed out into the meadow where the sun was finally casting that illuminated glow you were searching for.
As you both trudged through, you were reminded why you were wearing long pants tucked into your shoes. The barley and grasses of the fields were beautiful, that’s why you chose the location, but you both had definitely learned a lesson after shooting in the field the first time and having to spend two hours picking off ticks from your skin later that night.
“I think this is good.” You say, stopping far enough away that your shoots wouldn’t have the road pavement in view, but close enough to quickly run back in case anything was needed.
Spencer nods in agreement and you start instructing where he should stand. From there, you start getting some close up shots of his neck, neck and face, and then his hands and wrists as well.
As you take these pictures, you’re reminded how good Spencer is at his good. There is little to no need to direct his poses or expressions and you can tell you won’t have to heavily edit this batch of photos.
After about ten minutes of cycling through the different pieces, doing close ups and full body shots, Spencer speaks up.
“Can we try something?” He asks, getting your attention.
You pull the camera down from your face, “Sure, what do you have in mind?” You ask him.
You don’t question it, Spencer usually has good intuition and the more pictures you have, the more options you have to play around with in post.
Spencer carefully shirks off one of the beautiful gold bracelets on his hand, “What if we got a shot of your hand. Like one of those lead someone by hand. I look back with one of the necklaces on and you with the bracelet.” He explains.
You nod, accepting the bracelet, letting Spencer put it on your wrist, “Sure, that sounds great.”
With the camera back up to your face, you take a few good photos of what Spencer is describing.
“What if I kneel now?” Spencer questions.
You shrug, “Go ahead, let’s try it.” You say excited to try some new cool poses for this brief.
Spencer kneels towards you, the bracelet still on your hand and it’s a beautiful shot, you can tell already.
A golden halo shines behind Spencer’s head, complementing the gold jewelry and the loving, adoring expression on his face creates an amazing aura to the photos.
With a smile on your face, you take the camera away from your face with the hand not being held by Spencer.
“These look great, Spence!” You say as you click through some of the photos just taken.
He doesn’t answer, but you still feel the heat of his skin as it radiates through your arm.
When you turn back, giving your attention back to your boyfriend, you almost drop your very expensive camera. You swear you let out a gasp. Your eyes widen and your mouth falls slightly open in surprise.
Spencer, still kneeling in the grass and holding your free hand, is now holding a ring in his other hand, smiling up at you with adoration and joy.
“I could sit here and tell you all the reasons I’ve come to love you in the last five years.” He starts saying.
He chuckles joyfully, “But that would take too long and we wouldn’t ever leave this field. What I would rather do, is ask you to marry me.” His voice cracks as he asks this.
“And I can spend the rest of our lives sharing all the reasons I love you and have the opportunity to create more every day.”
You swear you never thought you’d be one of those people to cry during a proposal, but you can’t help it as tears of happiness starting streaming down your face.
“Will you marry me?” Spencer finishes with a large open-mouth grin on his face.
You nod fervently, “Yes, yes, yes!” You repeat, excited and surprised happily.
Spencer slips the ring on your left hand ring finger and you stare at it and him in shock, not entirely convinced that that just happened. You hang the camera around your neck, letting the weight of it hang, and bring Spencer into a passionate kiss full of all the emotion you’re feeling. After your kiss, you both share an embrace, soaking up the moment.
“Were you surprised?” Spencer asks.
You laugh and nod your head into his chest.
a/n: this is probably one of my favorite ones i've written so far. i know i've written two photographer!readers now, but coming up with original ideas for each of these alternate universe spencers is hard!
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Things I have researched/googled for my Dracula fanfiction series Strange Wonders in the past year, an ongoing list in no particular order
typewriters, how they work and how they run out of ink
Clothing (I feel like this goes without saying)
how Victorian washstands looked (I wanted to see if it would be accurate to say there was a mirror attached or no)
Aerated Bread Company (I found a menu from 1902 so Mina and Quincey ordered food items that were on that menu)
Etymology of approximately 1 billion bajillion words and I'm sure I still didn't really get it right (did you know the term suffragette was not coined until 1906)
Texas Reconstruction (Currently I just don't see how I will fit Quincey's backstory in organically but oh he has one)
Wilhelmina of the Netherlands (this was kinda an accident bc I was doublechecking the etymology of Wilhelmina and found out that Wilhelmina was actually a really badass and memorable Dutch monarch who was only a few years younger than Mina and was 17 in 1897. Van Helsing WILL be bringing her up in passing later)
whether or not portable gas camping stoves were a thing then (the answer: yes just and Arthur is a rich boy so sure he probably has one)
whether or not pocket soup was still a thing then (the answer ehhhh not really it was pretty out-dated but I still used it anyway because I like the word "pocket soup" I can be historically inaccurate when I want to be fuck you)
how bleeding out works for different arteries and veins (I may have flagrantly disregarded the information I learned in pursuit of a climax that was both intense and not horribly sad)
how old timey guns work (mixed success. Did find out how many bullets a Winchester could hold but I still didn't really get enough information on pistols but oh well)
New Woman writers, criticism and backlash
Kukris (not sure if this counts bc I managed to research them for a masters presentation but I got to use like 5% of the information I now know about them in my fic so)
penny dreadfuls (and thank god I did bc Varney the Vampire is too good not to name drop- all other Brit Lit references I simply knew because I am a massive nerd)
The location of the porcelain industry in the United Kingdom (yes it was for a throwaway line but in my defense it took like 30 seconds to google)
did people sell phonograph records of music back then (yeah but it was still not really a thing thing yet)
Boating terms and types of boats and what steamers look like
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