heyy, i’ve never requested anything before but i was wondering if you could write something about a female reader being insecure about wuyang being so nice to everyone. she may feel inferior and not special to him and ahhhh idk i hope that makes sense love u mwah
twin i havent caught up on the comics yet so this is canon divergent
ᯓ★ synopsis after recently joining overwatch, you’re feeling upset and left behind by the fact that you can’t catch up as quickly as your boyfriend can
❀ tags angst. written w fem reader in mind but no pronouns were used. CLIFFHANGER. no comfort (yet…). reader’s a bit… A BIT toxic. n jealous n territorial
when you and wuyang started dating, everything felt… amazing.
he's a great boyfriend; attentive, kind, not afraid to be sensitive. and you loved him for that.
but ever since you both joined overwatch along with anran, it would make sense that you two would be busy getting down to work and helping out with the coalition, so alone time with him was rather scarce.
so you were determined to make an effort to keep your relationship alive.
"hey!" you call out, seeing him walk along the hallways, carrying a medium sized box.
wuyang perks up to the sound of your voice, head whipping around to show a bright smile on his face right before he calls out your name.
"it feels like i haven't seen you in forever." a bit breathless from your jog towards him, you take a small peak on what he's handling. "what's all this?"
"oh, just some salvagable parts of tech from gibraltar." he chirps. "juno and winston can use this to boost up the new command center, it is very outdated."
you laugh. wuyang's always been willing to help, ready to lend out a hand, and it's a trait of his you admire greatly.
"i was thinking. . . after this, do you wanna get some downtime together?" hope drips from your voice. "just the two of us?"
his smile falters. "uh— i would love to!"
you beam up at him, already jumping in excitement.
"but—" your mouth falls. "i kinda told lucio and hana that i'd help with cleaning up the new hangar."
"oh." you try not to sound disappointed. overwatch was trying its best to scrap each other back together after talon's attacks, of course he'd be busy.
his kindness is never something you can fault.
wuyang can sense the drop in your mood before he quickly adds in, "i promise we can hang out when i’m free!" he turns towards you before reaching a hand out to hold yours in reassurance. "just the two of us."
you muster up a smile. you had your own duties to worry about, there's no time to be selfish right now.
"okay, just the two of us." squeezing his hand, you feel him respond back with his own firm but gentle tug.
wuyang nods eagerly before walking away, holding the box with both hands now and leaving your own to fall to your side.
it's been a few days since then, and you've been busying yourself by spending time with the other members, learning and helping whenever you can.
but there are some nights when you've come to miss home, miss the stability of your safespace, miss wuyang.
you try not to mull over it, telling yourself that there's a bigger picture to worry about. some agents probably spend days before reuniting with each other in the midst of all the missions, so you had to be strong yourself.
or so you kept telling yourself.
but unfortunately, everyone has their limits.
even though you're surrounded by the team, you can’t stop the way your chest feels heavy.
its aching and pulsing, a constant reminder that you're in a completely new environment, with entirely new people. quickly realizing to yourself it was because you were having trouble with adjusting to big changes.
and the one person that can give you a sense of familiarity is nowhere to be seen.
you don't bother masking a sociable persona soon after that, too tired and exhausted from the nights of loneliness and ache. you still assist around, still contribute on field missions, but no one bothers to talk to you after the task is done. and you're nothing but alone.
you soon spot him in the cafeteria one day and suddenly, you felt like you could breathe again. your steps feel lighter as you stride towards him, feeling your mouth tilt up while a hand reaches out.
"hey, man!" lucio's cheerful voice interrupts you and you see him put an arm around your boyfriend.
"we're planning to do some games with the new recruits, no pressure, just some team building hang-out stuff. wanna come with?"
stopping in your tracks on the side, you watch him blink, as if he's remembering something at the back of his head before clarity appears in his eyes. you wish— you hoped he'd say something else, a little 'sorry, i have plans with someone else' or a 'i might have to pass', even a small mention of you.
you hope that the thought of you didn't disappear from him.
wuyang smiles, nodding eagerly "of course!" before lucio whisks him away. his back is now turned towards you.
you try not to mull over the fact that he didn't even feel your presence when you were in the same room.
it was a quiet saturday night. everyone was busy with paperwork or something menial so you spent it rotting away in your room. you miss your old perception of overwatch, it got you thinking that maybe you should have kept all of this as a faraway dream. you wonder how can wuyang can keep his optimistic attitude while all of this is happening.
was something wrong with you?
god knows how much you admired the coalition with their efforts in peace and unity, so why aren't you having a good time? why are you being left behind, forced to watch others run while you've barely been able to get used to walking?
a knock interrupts your thoughts, and you stare at the door in a daze before the person hesitantly knocks twice more, forcing you to get up.
its wuyang. he has a shy smile on his face and his eyes dart around your face, finding something you can't name.
"its—" he coughs, face a bit warm. "how've you been? this past week was crazy, we barely had some downtime."
"yeah." you mumble out, feeling no energy at all.
his brows furrow a bit. "a-are you okay? are you sick?"
he steps closer, a hand gently holding on to your arm. you feel all the bottled up emotions pulse through you, all the hurt and sadness weighs heavy on your chest until your eyes threaten to sting.
"i'm fine." and by the hurt look on his face, you might have said it a bit too harshly. "i'm sorry, i just… aren't you busy?"
wuyang shakes his head, another hand coming up to touch your forehead. "are you sure you aren't feeling sick?"
you step back, leaving his hands to fall at his sides. "it's not important. plus, i told you, i'm not sick."
"something's wrong." he says it so surely, and you resist the urge to laugh cause like, how the fuck would he know anything about what's happening to you?
"just- just leave me alone." feeling frustrated, you step even further into your room and wuyang follows forward, a confused look on his face. "you had no problem forgetting about me this past week so… stop acting like you care."
at this point, you're far too angry to think irrationally, too eager to hurt him back.
"care? of course i care." wuyang exclaims, looking betrayed that you would even think of saying such a thing. "i know we haven't seen each other in a while, but it was for a good reason.”
"good reason, like what? frolicking around? playing games and hanging out?" you bite back, crossing your arms.
he takes a deep breath, composing himself before shutting your bedroom door for privacy. you huff and look to the side before watching him run a hand through his front bangs.
"you.. you promised you'd come see me." you mumble out, "but then i see you around with everyone else… but me."
"i was— i'm trying to help out," he fires back, and by the look on his face, you're sure he's feeling frustated now too, "just because you're too selfish to try and branch out, doesn't mean i have to do that too."
your breath stops to stare back at him. is that what he thought of you?
biting your cheek, you try to blink away the water in your eyes. it hurt that the one person who brings— no, brought you comfort was thinking that way of you. but you suppose you are a bit selfish.
but is it really bad you felt this way? he's supposed to be yours. you can't help but feel jealous and territorial when he's around spreading cheer and kindness like fucking santa claus. but he wasn't santa claus, he's yours.
sometimes you wish you could just keep him all to yourself.
wuyang seems to have sensed the change in the air with the way his shoulders uncurls from how it was hunched. "i-i'm sorry, i shouldn't have said that." he immediately backtracks.
"yeah, but you thought it." you smile bitterly before turning away from him, not strong enough to look him in the eye nor hide the way your voice shakes.
"get out. and don't—" you say firmly when you see him take a step forward, "don't talk to me right now."
at this point he looks like he's ready to cry too, so wuyang nods weakly, "okay. if that's—that's what you want…" he says reluctantly.
he sneaks one more look at your back, resisting the urge to reach out before your bedroom door closes on his face.
