how would s76 react to s/o showing her love by offering sweaters or scarf (like she knit and she is super introvert so she does what she knows to try to get his attention) and like she puts the gifts in sort of secret but one day he see her knit and she stress a lot cause shit he knows now (or something like that) (btw young s/o and female pronouns if you can ^-^ )
That request is really adorable, dear Anon! :3 Thank you so much! We hope you enjoy it ^-^
The first time he found one of the carefully wrapped packages in front of his office door after a long, tiring mission, he was utterly confused. He hadn’t ordered anything, he was sure of that. It appeared to be some sort of gift, something he wasn’t used to getting, especially since it wasn’t even his birthday. Sure, twenty years ago there were days when he was drowning in packages from admirers all over the world but now he was completely forgotten. The poster boy was dead. He was dead, except to the few people who found out about his identity.
Soldier: 76 wasn’t someone who got gifts, let alone deserved them, in his opinion.
Yet, he got one. This present, sent by an unknown person, was obviously meant for him since his name was neatly written on the top. Jack’s surprise only rose when he opened it to find a knitted scarf. It had a simple color and pattern, not too bright, not too special, not attracting too much unwanted attention. It seemed perfect for him. Even though it was extremely impractical considering his field of work, he couldn’t ignore how comfortable and soft the fabric felt when he ran his fingers over the material.
So he kept it. And he kept all the other hand-knitted clothes he received ever since then.
Of course, he always questioned where they came from; there has never been a name of the sender on these packages. Jack had an idea who could have sent the gifts to him. Obviously, you were the first person that came to his mind but it didn’t quite add up for him. There was no one else who would give presents to him but why weren’t you giving them to him in person? He doubted his thoughts; you never struck him as a person who would enjoy knitting. Not with your age. It just didn’t seem fitting.
Jack never brought his suspicion up; he never confronted you as he wasn’t sure whether it would make you uncomfortable in any way. There had to be a reason why you kept this a secret if it really was you.
As oblivious as the man was, his assumptions were right.
Each time Jack went on a longer mission, you spent the lonely evenings and nights knitting, sometimes for multiple hours at a time. It helped you relax and for a while, you were able to forget the lonesomeness slowly consuming your heart whenever he was gone. You always placed the wrapped clothes in front of his office about an hour before he was set to return to make sure he wasn’t going to catch you in the act. Sure, you could have given them to him personally but you were too afraid to do so; the thought of him finding your hobby silly and ridiculous scared you even though he seemed to enjoy his gifts a lot. Whenever he was off work, he wore one of your precious hand-knitted garments. Jack was barely seen without one of the many pieces you had made for him. Still, you were aware that knitting didn’t seem quite fitting for a person your age, keeping it a secret was the most comfortable option for now. Watching him wear your presents was enough for you; it assured you that they really seemed to mean a lot to him. It was fine the way it was.
On another one of those lonely days, you found yourself sitting in the common room, chatting with Ana and Reinhardt, a half-finished sweater in your hands. Jack had left on a mission around a week ago and wasn’t supposed to return until tomorrow evening.
Ana had found out about your hobby shortly after Jack started wearing the knitted clothes. She barged into your room to assign you to an extremely urgent mission, too urgent to knock on your door and prepare you for her arrival, and found you sitting on your bed, working on a pair of gloves. She had laughed at the sight for a second, not because she found it weird but because she thought it was adorable. After that encounter, she had started to give you a few tips and even taught you a few new patterns so you’ve been spending a lot of time with her lately.
You didn’t mind Ana knowing, she has been very supportive and so was the German man who had found Ana teaching you some tricks one night.
You were currently talking about your last training session with the older woman when she suddenly brought up a fact you’ve been trying to ignore.
“You know, Jack is going to find about it eventually, sweetie. If he hasn’t already” she mentioned, nodding towards the knitting needles in your hand. You were aware of that, you probably wouldn’t be able to hide it forever but so far the odds had been in your favor.
“I’ve been doing it for almost half a year now and he’s never brought it up. I don’t think he’s got a clue at the moment.”
Your words were full of confidence but there were doubts in your mind. He might have not addressed the topic yet but even Jack Morrison couldn’t be that oblivious, could he? You sighed inwardly, hoping that you would be able to hold on to that secret for a little longer. But destiny had other plans.
“Let’s not have her worry about it too much, Ana! We should enjoy this evening! Anyway, I believe hell would have to freeze over for him to actually find out about it.” The gentle giant laughed loudly and gave you a pat on the back.
“For who to find out about what?”
You almost dropped the knitting needles when you heard the familiar voice from behind you.
Jack had just entered the room and thrown his duffel bag into the corner before stopping behind the sofa and looking down at you.
You instantly felt the heat rising to your cheeks and desperately tried to hide your red face behind your hands. So much about keeping a secret.
“Speaking of the devil!” shouted Reinhardt in laughter, you would have probably seen him holding his stomach if your eyes weren’t covered. Ana was barely able to stifle her laughs but at least she tried not to make her amusement too obvious.
As Jack saw the knitting equipment in your hands as well as your blushing cheeks, he understood. He slowly went around the sofa and stopped in front of you, muttering a quiet “I knew it” more to himself than the other people in the room. You still had your hands over your face, not being able to gain enough confidence to look up at him. That was until you felt two strong arms embrace your body and the smell of sweat mixed with Jack’s cologne filled your nose. Your eyes widened in surprise.
“You could have told me, you know?” he whispered into your ear, his face nuzzled into your hair.
“I’m so sorry, I was just so worried that you’d find it silly or weird so I was too scared to really tell you, I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t want to hide it from you but I was so stressed and-“ you kept rambling and felt his hands slowly running up and down your back to calm you down.
“It’s okay, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I appreciate your hard work, a lot. I’ve never had anyone do that for me so thank you.”
You shyly nodded as he gave you a loving kiss on the top of your head.