You Keep Leaving… So I Stopped Waiting.
Genderbent Male!Alex x Reader
Warning: Contains boyfriend fluff, emotional miscommunication, and the softest athletic disaster of a man who doesn’t know how to lie but does it anyway (poorly). If you’re sensitive to feelings of abandonment, sweet boys crawling through windows, or guys who panic-buy snacks instead of handling conflict like adults, be kind to yourself. You can scroll past. I respect your boundaries. Signed, The Ringmaster
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Your boyfriend, Alex, was sunshine in human form. He was sweet, upbeat, always down to try new things, and had a laugh that could melt the frostiest day. People liked him. They gravitated toward him. He was that rare kind of guy who could wear orange sneakers, a hoodie with flames on it, and still somehow pull it off like a magazine ad.
And you loved him.
But being in love with him was starting to hurt.
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“Y/N, I promise I’ll explain later! I just have to go!”
That’s what he’d said last night.
And last week.
And three other times this month.
You stood outside the movie theater in your cutest outfit, holding two tickets and a heart that felt just a little more bruised than before.
He didn’t even text this time.
So you decided to go cold.
No texts. No calls. No casual meetups between classes. No post-practice smoothies together.
And when he jogged up to you at your locker the next day, sweaty from soccer, that usual dorky grin on his face like nothing was wrong you didn’t even look up.
“Y/N!” he panted. “I missed you! I’m so sorry about yesterday, I swear, I was stuck in…. uh…. traffic! Like really bad so bad it was international!”
You didn’t respond.
His smile faltered. “You…mad at me?”
You shut your locker quietly. “I’m just done guessing where you disappear to. I deserve better.”
His mouth opened but no words came out.
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Alex didn’t show up the next day.
Or the day after that.
And for someone like him the always-there, clingy-in-a-cute-way, let’s-match-our-socks-today type it was deafening.
You started to worry. Had you overdone it? Had you actually lost him?
Until…..
THUD.
You flinched as something hit your bedroom window. You rushed to open it.
There stood Alex in the bushes, hoodie half-zipped, hair windblown, and arms full of… sports drinks and candy?
“What are you doing?!” you hissed.
“I panicked and bought snacks,” he said seriously. “Also I missed you. A lot. Like, a really irrational amount for just two days.”
You blinked. “So you broke into my yard?”
“Yes. But look,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled note, “I wrote down everything I wanted to say. Because when I see you I forget how to talk like a functional person and start saying things like ‘international traffic.’ Which just to clarify… was not a good excuse.”
“…Go on.”
He cleared his throat dramatically, straightening the note.
“Dear Y/N: I suck. Like really bad. And not in the cute romantic comedy way. In the ‘I left you hanging too many times’ way. You deserve more than dumb excuses and vague vanishings. I can’t tell you where I go. Not because I don’t trust you but because I literally can’t. But what I can tell you is that every second I’m not with you, I wish I was. And I think about you constantly. And if I lost you over this… I’d feel like the biggest idiot in the world. Like, bigger than the guy who tried to grill soup. I saw that on the news once. Horrifying.”
You stared at him. “Alex…”
He folded the note. “I’m not gonna pretend like I don’t mess up. I do. A lot. But I don’t want you thinking I don’t care. Because I do. I care so much it scares me sometimes.”
“…You really bought all those snacks just to say sorry?”
“I panicked,” he repeated. “And you get weird when you’re mad. You didn’t even blink at me yesterday. It was terrifying.”
You snorted, finally laughing.
“…Come inside,” you said. (I’m sorry I’m really immature sometimes🤭🤭)
He beamed, climbing in through the window with alarming athleticism.
Later, you curled up on your bed, sipping from one of the ridiculous neon sports drinks he brought, while Alex traced his fingers over your arm, all calm and content.
“I still wish you’d tell me where you go sometimes,” you said softly.
“I wish I could,” he whispered back. “But for now… just know I always come back to you.”
You nodded, still none the wiser that your sweet, goofy boyfriend was secretly fighting evil underground with gadgets, lasers, and occasional disguises.
But he didn’t need you to know.
He just needed you to stay.
You: still unaware your boyfriend’s a world-saving spy.
Him: would take a missile to the face for you and still bring snacks.
End…
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