goodguyfitz (oneshots)

everything and more

you are the reason he wakes up in the morning, the little spark that gets him out of bed and keeps him moving through the day.

sometimes, you'll catch him gaming in the living room while you sit on the edge of the couch, or DJing in your shared bedroom, guitar in hand, arguing with the boys for hours on end. and he knows you're always there, watching, laughing, maybe teasing, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

they say everyone needs that one person to love, the person who makes life feel like it matters. and if it wasn't obvious already, you are that person for him.

"she's the reason for my everything," you overheard him mutter once. "for how everything is."

he wants to keep you safe, no surprise there, you are his whole world. he's aware of his past mistakes, the things he's done wrong, but he's changed. all for you. all for this life you share, this messy, chaotic, perfect little bubble that is yours and his.

he thanks you constantly, for standing by him when the days felt too heavy, when the shadows in his head got too loud. and somehow, it still catches you off guard when he tacks your name onto a heartfelt "thank you." you tell him he doesn't have to, but he does it anyway, and you secretly love that about him.

he'll thank you endlessly, and you'll let him.

you are his reason to be alive.

and just as he's yours. you're soulmates in every sense. he wants to honor you, show you that all your support hasn't gone unnoticed, that through every mistake and misstep, he sees you, he sees your patience, your heart, your loyalty.

you've lifted him up when the world tried to knock him down. he's done the same for you. it's a debt of love neither of you will ever forget.

⸻

"we know she makes you happy, fitz. i'm lowkey jealous," swagger laughed, leaning against the counter. you peeked around the corner, trying not to be noticed as you listened in, grinning like a fool.

you wanted to run over and hug him, but you stayed, soaking in every word.

"i love her a lot," cameron sighed.

"yeah, mate, we know. you guys are in love and it freaks me out. seriously, how do you do it?" mason added, thick accent and all, making you laugh quietly.

he's always been your biggest cheerleader, even when he pretends he's pretending not to ship you two like crazy.

"i feel like i don't thank you guys enough," cam murmured.

swagger cocked an eyebrow. "for what?"

"for... letting y/n move in with us. for letting us... fall in love," he admitted, voice soft but steady.

"cam, you don't have to—" swagger started.

"we love y/n. we're happy she's here. she was a long-distance friend before, now she's with us every day, and look where it's led... us," cam pressed, glancing at the ceiling like it was a prayer.

the room went quiet.

"we love both of you," swagger finally said, filling the silence, if only temporarily.

"if not equally, then y/n a bit more," mason teased.

you quietly laughed to yourself, shaking your head, and slipped back to your room as the conversation moved on.

⸻

he loves you.

and yes, you argue over who loves who more, but deep down, you both know he wins. every time.

he would do anything for you. he's your lover, your best friend, your safe place. everything anyone could ask for in a partner, he found in you.

you're his perfect match.

and lucky for him, he didn't have to search far, you were right there, exactly where he needed you, exactly what he wanted, from the start. he wouldn't have stopped until you were his.

the love you share is rare. the kind of love that people write books about, that makes others sigh with envy. unforgettable. impossibly unique. the kind of love people spend lifetimes chasing, only to find it in snapshots of others' lives.

⸻

and you've grown together.

from mutuals to friends, best friends to roommates, roommates to lovers... and as people, too. you've cheered for each other's victories, held each other through failures, celebrated milestones big and small.

you've seen each other's dreams take shape. you've been there for the messiness of life, and the triumphs. proud doesn't even start to cover it, you're constantly showing it, saying it, proving it.

and every day, neither of you lets a day pass without reminding the other of the love you share.

you know the kind of love you have is the kind people crave. rare, protected, sacred. you hold it carefully, tightly, working together to fix the small cracks before they ever turn into anything bigger.

you are the love of his life, as he is yours.

and that? that's enough.