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scars | junkrat x reader pt.2

NORMAL UNIVERSE! JUNKRAT X (gender not specified) READER.

Continuation of previous chapter. Sorry for the long wait!

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There was Jamie, wearing no gear, just a set of black boxers which was his usual sleep wear.

He stood before you, eyes red and puffy but had his usual maniacal grin. He sniffles, his nose a bright pink. "Hey Sheila."

You looked up at the junker who stood tall in front of you, even with his slouch. "Are you alright?"

Your feelings of concern and worry were written all over your face, your eyes looking deep into his.

It was rare for you to get genuinely sentimental about this. But it had to be serious for Jamie to lock himself up for this long.

You pondered in your mind on what could have triggered it. Was it your fault? It couldn't have been.  You wish you could've helped.

You both stood there in silence for a moment, your eyes still locked together. Till he spoke up.

"I'm fine , stop worryin'!" He grinned , somehow, wider.

"But Jamie–?" You spoke, but he cut you off once more.

"I'm just a wee-bit tired is all!" He said, and went to shut the door. You quickly wedged your foot between the door opening.

"Don't lie to me." You said, almost sternly as your eyes locked together.

You both had a long staring contest, his sharp yellow eyes boring into your softer [color] ones.

"Fine." He said with a soft breath, turning his back as he moved away from the door.

You stepped in fully, then allowing the door to close behind you. You looked up at the taller male.

His room was a mess, mind you, and you wouldn't have ever guessed he had a mirror in it. With how he looks everyday, you'd think he'd mind all the dirt and grime coating his body.

Then again, this is Jamie we're talking about.

"Talk to me." You told him, giving him the go to start explaining things.

His lips thinned and he broke the eye contact you two shared. This made you a bit worried, but you didn't remark on the slight change of behavior.

"It's these damned scars, love." He said with a wistful sigh. He turned to the long mirror standing upright beside his bed.

"Your...scars?" You spoke, looking at the mirror that his eyes focused on.

The mirror reflected back his torso, as he was too tall to fit fully in the mirror. You could see what he meant.

His body was littered with scars. Big ones, small ones. Thin one and thick ones.

There was no scar that didn't have a story.

No scar that looked the same.

Your eyes saddened lightly seeing the look on the junker's face. Was it disgust? Hate? You couldn't tell.

"What about them?" You asked him, your tone had become a bit more gentle.

It took a minute for him to reply, his glare still on the mirror. He gulped.

"They're disgusting." He told you, grumbling lowly in a repulsed manner. "...I'm disgusting."

You were surprised by this statement. Jamie had always acted so confident, so mindless, you wouldn't think he'd look at something like that.

You couldn't exactly be surprised either. After what he's been through, what he's done, nobody could say how one would turn out through all that.

When your hand suddenly clasped his, his head turned to you. His eyes were glossy, tears, maybe? You didn't know.

"Jamie?" You whispered softly.

"Yes?" He murmured, replying in the same, quiet voice.

A split second of silence .

"You're beautiful."