Spencer Reid Oneshots~ by writing-in-april

The Best Time to Wear a Striped Sweater~Spencer Reid x GN Reader (FLUFF)

A/N: Yes, I did shamelessly reference what you're thinking about.
Summary: Where does Spencer's sweater in the first episode go?
Warnings: Non 🥰
The best time to wear a striped sweater Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader
Word Count: 1.04k

I loved the striped sweater that Spencer wore frequently to work. It was dark burgundy in color with thin horizontal stripes that were black and cream. It looked like it may have been vintage, maybe he had either picked it up from a thrift store or he had owned it for a very long time.
It was amusing to think of a younger Spencer wearing the article of clothing, as the sweater was already slightly baggy around Spencer's lanky frame. It was just big enough that when he didn't push the sleeves up, they fell down his wrist to make slight sweater paws.
Whenever he wore the striped sweater I wanted to steal it from him to be able to experience the warmth of the article of clothing. It was his favorite sweater as he had said many times before and it was my favorite on him.
What had prompted my thoughts about Spencer's adorable sweater was the fact that he had left it slung over his desk chair in the bullpen. It was late at night in Quantico and I was the only one left working on the rest of my paperwork from our last case, which had been dealing with a duo named Richard Slessman and Timothy Vogel. Spencer had looked so adorable in the sweater while we had worked the case and I couldn't stop thinking about it for long enough to finish the last little bit of my paperwork.
After I had gotten up to get another cup of coffee, that would hopefully be my last for the night, I stopped at his desk to look at the sweater for a moment. Impulsively I picked the sweater up and began to put it on, but not before I let the fabric run over my fingers a few times.
As soon as I slipped the sweater over my frame I was enveloped with warmth, it felt like Spencer was right there with me. The sweater smelled distinctly like him and was exactly what you'd expect Spencer to smell like. It smelled like I was in an old vintage coffee shop, curled up on one of their plush loveseats while I sipped from a coffee and read a book.
I was already in love with it from afar, but now I was unequivocally obsessed with the burgundy jumper. I hugged my arms around my frame, then sitting down in the desk chair he had left the apparel on.
I kicked my feet off to spin the chair counter clockwise to spin around in the chair like Spencer did on occasion whenever he was thinking. Mindlessly I spun around in the chair for a few minutes until I got a bit dizzy and let the chair slowly stop spinning. When it creaked to a halt I looked up from the ground and saw Spencer with a curious look on his face, guess the office wasn't actually empty after all.
I was mortified, I quickly shot up from his desk chair and frantically began speaking,"S-sorry I'll take it off. I'm so sorry, Spencer."
Initially silence was all I got in response to my words, he still held a curious look on his face as I began to pull the sweater up over my head. Once I had pulled it off my frame I hesitantly handed it back over to him, I couldn't even look him in the eyes. It was well known that he didn't like to be physically touched most of the time, I should have known that it translated to his personal property. My racing thoughts about how I would now have to transfer out of another unit because I couldn't respect boundaries were halted by the feeling of another hand touching mine. Turning my head I looked down to see if what I had thought I had felt was true. Sure enough, Spencer's hand was delicately placed over mine, even his thumb was rubbing soothing circles into my hand that was clenched tightly into the sweater fabric.
I opened my mouth to say something, but was beaten by Spencer blurting something out, "It looks better on you than it does on me."
"Thanks Spencer." Were the only words I managed to squeak out at first before I continued, "Umm- I'm sorry for putting it on without asking and sitting in your chair."
"It's ok. I- umm, don't mind as long as it's you." The thumping of my heartbeat was so loud in my ears I could barely hear his words, and once I realized what he had said the thumping only increased. The fact that he wanted me to wear the sweater sent my heart swooning. "Hey- um, I want you to keep it."
"Keep what?" I was confused. Surely, he wouldn't give me his favorite sweater.
"T-the sweater." He stammered then trying to push the sweater back into my arms, but I refused letting my hands drop to my side in refusal.
"I couldn't take it from you Spencer, it's your favorite."
"I think I like it better on you." He handed it back to me with more force, making sure I couldn't refuse his offer. "And, I've got plenty more."
I finally agreed to his offer and started to slip the sweater back on, I won't lie it did feel nice to feel nice and cozy again. A little bit of my confidence came back as I said with a smirk after slipping into it's cozy confines, "I'll be sure to ask next time I want to steal any more of your sweaters."
Before turning back to finish the rest of my paperwork I caught the red blush that deepened on his cheeks. Hopefully, he'd let me steal any more of his sweaters or cardigans that I set my eyes on, and maybe I'd get to keep Spencer eventually as well. As I finished my paperwork at my desk across from Spencer's I was wrapped up with the warmth I had craved earlier, which definitely helped me finish my work faster. The best time to wear a striped sweater was definitely all the time.