i imagined junkrat crying
i don’t like this
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He couldn’t do this to you, could he? No. He had to break up with you. Lately, he felt… Different about you; he fell out of love. And it’d only make it harder on you if he kept leading you on. He did love you, though, but not anymore.
He was nervous. You were so nice and so great – for him, especially. He thought you were so beautiful. And he didn’t want to be the reason to see your beautiful face stained with tears.
But he had to; he knew that.
You had been living together for a few months already, so when he came home and smelled food, he knew this was going to be hard.
Entering the kitchen, you turned around and smiled at him, your eyes full of love, “Oh! You’re home already! Well… You can already sit down if you want, dinner’s almost ready”. You already turned back to the cooking food in front of you when he said, “Y/N, we need to talk”. Turning back to him with a frown, you asked, “Jesse? Are you okay?”
He nodded and moved closer, holding your hands, “Darlin’… You might want to stop cooking for now…”. Confusedly, you turned off the stove, “Jesse? What’s wrong?”.
“This… Isn’t easy but… I can’t keep lying to you” he confessed.
You obviously expected the worst. Did he cheat on you or something?
“Go on…” you whispered, your voice trembling.
“I… I think we should break up” he finally said.
“I don’t love you anymore”
Was all he said.
As if he didn’t care – which he didn’t but still.
You expected he’d still have some humanity in him, enough to just tell you he wanted to break up. But no.
“I don’t love you anymore”
He suddenly said when he entered your room. Nothing else. He then left the room as if nothing happened. You didn’t even have time to comprehend what he said.
How could he throw two years of dating away, just like that?
“I don’t love you anymore”
He said, meaning every word. Did he mean for it to hurt? Did he do this on purpose? Did he even love you at all? You desperately wanted answers but it was too late to get them.
Before you cried, you whimpered out,
“I still love you”
When you and Junkrat first started dating, everything went great. He did everything he thought was romantic.
(You still have the stolen, slightly burned Pachimari he gave you on your one month anniversary)
And sure, he was a great boyfriend. But when you started dating him, you didn’t know what would come along.
It was hard to love him when he was constantly away on thefts with his friend, Roadhog. And when he was home, he’d spend most his time making new bombs.
You desperately tried to spend more time with him but he was ‘too busy’. So many attempts were wasted on trying to save your relationship.
You thought he’d change.
But he never did.
And eventually you fell out of love. You wanted to tell the truth and break up with him but when? You barely saw him.
So you had to bother him while he was making more bombs.
“Ye’ just a sec’ darl’…” he answered when you asked if the two of you could talk. He always said that. “Jamie?” you asked. He hummed but you knew he wasn’t listening. Sighing, you repeated, “Jamison?”. “Yeah ‘m listening” he lied.
“Jamison, i think we should break up”
That certainly got his attention. He looked at you, tears starting to form in his eyes, “B-But, why? I-I thought we were doin’ great?”. “Junkrat, I barely see you… I fell out of love” you confessed, crying yourself now. “Wh-What?” he cried.
“Goodbye” you sighed, looking down and starting to leave the room.
You heard various things fall as his arms were suddenly wrapped around your waist, “No… Please don’t leave… I can make you fall back in love w’me, I swear”.
“Junkrat, please” you sighed. “Please stay… I’m sorry, ‘m sorry!” he kept crying but you had to do this.
You unwrapped his arms and sighed, “No… I’m sorry”.
This man really loved his work. That was obvious. But maybe he loved it too much.
You didn’t mind him loving his job, but this was too far. You barely saw him anymore. You weren’t even sure if he still shared a bed with you.
Daily you’d try to find him so you could have lunch together, but each time, he was ‘too busy’.
Every evening, you’d make dinner, only for him to ‘suddenly leave work later than expected’.
Eventually you gave up. “I love him and he loves me” you tried to convince yourself. But each time you only believed it a little bit less.
At one point, you just thought he had given up as well.
So one day you decided to leave him. You’d leave him a letter – it’d be the only way to actually let him know.
However, when you came home that evening, you found him in a suit. He was proudly standing next to the dinner table that was filled with food he obviously cooked.
“You’re home” he smiled, “I err- I know I wasn’t the best boyfriend lately so… I decided to make you dinner”.
He was smiling, clearly expecting a good reaction, but instead, you cried. He frowned and walked over to you to hug you. “What? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” he asked you.
You pushed him away and confessed, “I can’t do this, Jack… Not anymore”. He frowned, “What’s wrong, honey?”. “What’ll happen tomorrow? Will you have time for me?” you asked him and he sighed, “Honey, Overwatch is taking a lot of my time, I know-”. “Yes. That’s true. and you love your job but clearly more than me. So… Be honest with me. Do you think you’ll have time for me tomorrow? Next week? Next month? Do you see this relationship heading any further?” you asked him.
He looked down and you knew your answer, “I knew it…”
That same evening you left, “Good luck with Overwatch, Jack… You’re a true hero”