goodguyfitz (oneshots)

unconditionally

you woke to the familiar clamor from downstairs, the unmistakable chaos only the guys could create. for a moment, you considered ignoring it, rolling over, and pretending the world didn't exist. instead, you turned your head and found cameron, still asleep, the soft rise and fall of his chest calming somehow.

fully awake now, you lingered there, beside him, letting your eyes wander over the little details: the way his hair fell across his forehead, the hoodie you'd borrowed and never returned, the corner of the blanket tangled around his arm. and then, almost without realizing it, you stopped and just looked at him.

you saw him, all of him. the good, the bad, the quirks and the flaws, and you loved him anyway.

your hand moved on instinct to his cheek, thumb brushing softly. memories flooded back, the nights when you'd been scared to be truly seen, terrified someone might reject the "real you." would he love me if he knew all the tiny, messy things i do when no one's looking?

but the answer was here, in front of you. you thought of all the moments you'd shared: quiet, private moments, moments in public, moments that were just yours and his.

for a second, you doubted yourself. had you loved him for the wrong reasons? for his looks, his charm, the money, the attention? but deep down, you knew you hadn't. you loved him for who he was inside, and that was enough.

your friends had always told you to let him show you that side, to watch how he treated you when no one else was around. and he had. from the moment you became mutuals online, to the night he first messaged you asking to play together, he had shown you everything, his humor, his kindness, his care.

that night, you hadn't known each other well, but you had wanted to be friends, and somehow, that was the beginning of everything. the perfect beginning for an imperfect love.

you weren't perfect, and he wasn't either. you had your bad days, your good days, and sometimes you drove each other crazy. yet even across the world, it was obvious you were meant for each other. years of flirting, of waiting, of tiny confessions had led to this, your relationship, messy and beautiful and real.

you had promised each other love without limits, to accept the imperfections, the moments of anger, frustration, and weakness. with him, you could be yourself, even the version of yourself that no one else always wanted to see, and he would do the same.

and when he slipped into that space where he thought he'd upset you, you would remind him he didn't have to apologize to be accepted. you loved him, wholly and without judgment.

you leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead before slipping out of bed. the morning light filtered through the window as you headed for the shower, warm water cascading over you like sunlight after a storm. sometimes life pushed you down, but with cameron there, it always felt like a sunny day waiting for you.

you brushed your teeth, stealing glances toward the bedroom door. faint noises told you he was awake, rummaging around in the closet. finished, you grabbed two bottles of water and headed downstairs.

"good morning!" you chirped to toby, matt, and ryan, who were already settled on the couch. they waved back, barely pausing in their conversation. you smiled, carrying the water back upstairs, cameron clearly wasn't coming down anytime soon.

sometimes, people hide the messy, imperfect parts of themselves to be loved. you didn't have to hide. he didn't. there was a kind of comfort in that, complete, unspoken trust.

back in the bedroom, you set the water down and fixed the bed, listening to the steady sound of the shower.

"i brought you a water," you called softly.

the curtain yanked back abruptly, and cameron stared at you with mock horror. "jesus, woman! don't scare me like that!"

you laughed, apologizing between giggles. he shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips, and ducked back behind the shower curtain. you returned to the bed, sitting down as your phone buzzed incessantly. toby, of course.

"look at these pictures i just found! you and cam look so cute!" she texted.

you smiled and opened the messages. old photos, from the day you met, random shots to document your friendship-turned-romance. your frown crept in as you noticed you'd gained a little weight.

before you could dwell on it, the bed shifted. "no way, are those old pictures of us?" fitz asked, excitement in his voice. you handed him the phone.

he scrolled, eyes lighting up. "gosh, i remember that day... you looked so pretty. i wanted to kiss you, but didn't know if I should."

you muttered, almost apologetically, "i've gained weight."

his head snapped up, mock horror in his expression. "so what? you're beautiful. always have been. and happy weight? yeah, that's my favorite kind."

he poked your side and wagged a finger at you. "say something like that again and... well, just don't. i love the way you look. always have, always will."

cameron emerged from the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist, kissing the side of your head, and leaning over to glance at the pictures.

"i love you," he said, quiet but steady.

"unconditionally," you whispered back, knowing that whatever the world threw at you both, this was the one constant, the one thing that made everything else make sense.