Spencer Reid Glasses Novels & Stories

I groan, hanging my head in my hands. Reid chuckles next to me, then suddenly goes quiet. I turn my head to look at him and notice a strange expression on his face, that and the fact that he wasn't wearing his glasses. His blue eyes had that stormy tint to it again, as if he was deep in thought. “What is it?” I say, frowning, then my eyes widen.

It’s only when I hear the sound of a guitar string starting to play on the stage and the loud, high-pitched fans yelling at the members of Glitch arriving at their soundcheck that I look up and spot Spencer talking to my brother. It’s been just one week since I last saw him, but no matter how much time has passed, whenever I see Spencer, I feel as if it’s the first time ever. I’m always astounded by how handsome he is. And today is no different. He’s wearing a denim outfit, with a matching jacket and pants, and a white T-shirt. His hair is slightly wet and combed back, and his beautiful blue eyes are covered by sunglasses. His dimples are on full display as he laughs at something Chad said,

". I asked him again. Gazing at the bright stars surrounding the moon, his grey eyes concentrating on every single one. "I see blinding small specs, what do you see?" He answered back. Reid was a therapist after all, they always seem to have different ways of seeing everyone and everything. I wonder what was going on inside the head of the world's best sex therapist right now though, at least before I came out to join him.

Reid Reid stretched his legs out on the coffee table and leaned his head back on the couch, blowing rings of smoke whilst he scrolled through images of BDSM wear on his phone. Jasper had put his name on Reid’s finger, and Reid was determined to return the favor. A nice discrete slave collar, he thought, with a padlock that Reid had the key to… A harness caught his attention, and he leaned forward and stabbed out the joint in the ashtray. “Add to cart,” he grinned. The weed was giving him a nice buzz and influencing his online shopping, he admitted. But damn it, Jasper would look hot in that harness. “Hmph,” he swung his feet down and rose to standing before pacing the room restlessly.

He didn't immediately face me, but his movements slowed, his fingers pausing over the scalpel in his hand. Finally, he set the instrument down and reached up to remove his mask. The rubber seal made a soft popping sound as it came free, and Spencer's face was revealed. He took a moment to look all over me with his piercing blue eyes. A mop of dark hair fell across his forehead, and his lips curved into a gentle smile as he moved away slowly from his table. He stripped off his gloves, the latex snapping as he tossed them aside. The lab coat followed, revealing a plain white shirt underneath. Spencer's eyes remained locked onto my face, and he

“I said you looked cute, not weird.” “What? Cute as in newborn baby cute?” he asked skeptically. She rolled her eyes dramatically and moved around the counter so that she could sit beside him. “They’re just glasses, Brenden. All the cool kids wear them. Cool and smart kids.” He snorted. “Can you see without them?” she asked. “Perfect vision,” he answered. “I just get tired eyes and it helps to read the charts. I need to protect my eyes from the blue light and everything,” he said sheepishly.

Mars, as always, agreed with me whenever I felt something positive about Spencer. Next, she tried on my personal favourite that I picked. A blue crew neck that matched her eyes and a pair of skinny jeans, the colours made her skin look radiant and her eyes shone like the stars had been captured in them. For the first time since meeting her, she looked comfortable and happy. I wanted to start asking her questions then, but I didn’t want to ruin the moment.

Dark glasses rested calmly on his nose—not ordinary glasses. Reed nudged the frame of his glasses slightly with two fingers. The system inside activated instantly and the lenses shifted into zoom mode. The world before him narrowed to focus on a single figure walking several dozen metres ahead: Eirene. Eirene wore a simple jacket with a bag slung over her shoulder. Her steps were steady, but her shoulders were slightly tense, as if she were forcing herself to appear fine. Reed recognised that body language well, having seen it far too often in people trying to get back on their feet before they were truly ready.

A part of me was scared that he would join him in the chase. I looked over at Spencer, smoothing my palms over the front of the robe. His eyes moved to mine and he bit his lower lip, letting the flesh slide from between his pale tooth paste white teeth. His pale green eyes filled with a possessive gleam, lifting his hand to me. He beckoned me forward without saying a word.

The Reaper posture returned. "I do not have an appointment. My calendar is clear." "The optometrist, Cale. 11:00 AM. You’ve been squinting at the crossword puzzle for weeks." "I do not squint. I narrow my eyes to reduce glare. The paper is too reflective." "You hold the paper at arm's length. Your arms aren't long enough anymore. You look like a T-Rex trying to read a map." "My vision is 20/20. I am a spotter. I can see a threat from three hundred yards."