Spencer Reid Outfits Novels & Stories

He’d already changed at least four times, and it seemed odd to him to even care what he was wearing for a change, especially since he’d likely have his coat on the whole time, but he wanted to look nice for Melody, even if she couldn’t see it, and he was lost in his own reflection when Michael’s yelling from the attached bedroom became more invasive. “Dad? I wanna go!” the kindergartner said, coming in and slamming his hands down on the counter. “We will. In just a few minutes. I promise,” Reid said, running a comb through his hair one more time, trying to make sure the part was just right. “I thought you were wearing your red sweater,” Michael said, sitting down on the edge of the whirlpool

It was apparent by the size of the garment that it would end high on either woman's thighs, barely covering the wearer's pussy. "If that's the tamest thing you've got, I guess it'll have to do." Carole took the chemise from her daughter, just as Spencer came out of the bathroom, rubbing a towel over his wet hair. He stood before them in a t-shirt and his loose boxers, rubbing away at his head. "The shower's surprisingly good," he said, dropping his towel over the back of a small chair next to a garage-sale dresser. "That's good. I can use a shower," Peri replied, grabbing another item and her toiletry bag out of her case. "We'll be back shortly."

Ivy's POV “You look beautiful.” I look up at Spencer with a grateful smile, fiddling with the long, flowing sleeve of my red dress. “You don’t look so bad yourself,” I say, admiring Spencer’s elegant black suit. His pocket square matches my dress exactly. “Unfortunately, considering it’s my family, this banquet is going to be dreadful no matter how dashing we look,” Spencer says with a long sigh. I laugh. “Oh, I’m sure it won’t be that bad. Let’s go.”

Reid and his wife— Grace I think— were going to be here in half an hour which left me just enough time to get ready, my mom told me to dress nicely because Reid is an important man and it's better to overdress than dress like a slob. I have no idea why my dad invited Reid but i'm certainly glad he did. I mean I have nothing to lose if something suspicious happens but Reid definitely does. I caked on some simple makeup, not too heavy and curled my blonde hair at the ends, my dress however, showed off my clevage and curves in all the right places, my mom or dad wouldn't think anything of it considering this is the type of stuff I wear when we go out for a meal or something but I wanted Reid to

If anyone needed a confidence boost right now, it was me. I get outside the door to the cabin, and Reid is standing outside the door. He is standing basking in the sun wearing jogging sweatpants and shirtless. Nobody should be this attractive; I think I had to hold my drool just now from the visual. He smirks at me like he knows he is hot shit, and for some reason, that makes him more attractive.

I moved it into the maybe pile, picking up the other town and moved them into a changing room. Reluctantly, Spencer closed and locked the door to try them on. First, she came out wearing the purple dress, it was pretty but it didn’t ‘wow’ me or her. It felt like the dress was wearing her not the other way around. Next came Spencers choice, the fabric was the same as mine but in it knee length and neckline was plunging into a deep V. I looked at Spencers face expecting to at a huge smile but only saw disappointment. “What’s wrong?” I asked pulling her into a hug as the tears began to fall.

Because he was a little far away, Ellena could not see his expression clearly. But after all, they had lived together for a period of time. Ellena still recognized him at a glance. However, in her memory, Spencer always liked to wear light colored clothes. Because of his working relationship, he and Edward would wear suits every day. This was the first time she saw Spencer wearing casual clothes, so she felt it was a little rare. Spencer was standing there and talking to a waiter. The distance was a little far, so Ellena could not call him directly. So she took out her phone and called him.

Spencer laughed lightly at Morgan' s concerns, though he couldn't deny the truth of what he was saying. The first time Spencer had seen Morgan, he had been dressed in blue jeans, a button up shirt, and sneakers. After that, Spencer made it a point to look for clothes that made him less noticeable when he changed. Now, however, he often wore gray sweats or loose flannel shirts that he usually kept hidden underneath his hoodie or shirt. Today, he decided to wear a simple black suit. It was simple, yet elegant. Morgan gave a mock salute to Spencer and walked away, returning to the couch where Garcia, Hotch, and Reid were seated. Spencer joined them, taking a seat on the floor across from Morgan

I simply turned on my heel and left his office. I made my way back to the Alpha mansion, heading up to Reid's quarters. I stripped out of the summer dress I had been wearing all day and pulled on a tactical outfit instead. The outfit consisted of a black compression shirt, reinforced leggings, and some sturdy sneakers. I pulled my long hair back into a neat ponytail, securing it so firmly it pulled at my scalp. I needed to be fast. I needed to find Reid alive. By the time I was laced up, Ava had arrived to take over the watch for Mira. She looked at my outfit, her eyes widening with concern.

“He can come down after you’ve eaten. You know you don’t have to go through all of this with him if you don’t want to. But it could help to better protect you if he knows the kind of man they’re looking for.” A shudder runs through me, knowing exactly what kind of man he was. Is. “I want to.” *** I’m still working on the last of my cinnamon raisin bagel when Spencer knocks three times on the front door. Gavin squeezes my hand gently across the table before he goes over to answer the door. The two men shake hands and I see that he is dressed in faded jeans and a blue Dolphins tee, much different from his usual attire. But, it is a Friday afternoon and he must have a personal life of his own.