#fitz x reader

The day you met Fitz—or rather, Cameron—was a turning point he felt deep in his core. It was at a mutual friend's house party in Australia, a lively gathering of twenty-somethings immersed in a haze of drugs and alcohol. Amid the chaos, he was instantly drawn to you and, without hesitation, asked you out on a date.

To his surprise, you said yes.

That night took an unexpected turn when he took you to the bathroom in the upstairs en suite. The allure of the spontaneous encounter led to a night of unrestrained passion. Fitz decided then and there that if a relationship wasn’t in the cards, he would at least ensure that the sex was unforgettable. And unforgettable it was—he gave you multiple mind-blowing orgasms, while you delivered a performance that surpassed any he’d experienced.

Fitz was unapologetically proud, bragging to his friends about how the “girl in the bathroom” had given him the best blow job of his life. The tales of that night became legendary among his circle. When Mason expressed interest in sharing the experience, Fitz firmly shut down the idea, refusing to entertain the thought of anyone else experiencing what was, for him, an unparalleled connection.

You met up at least three times a week, with any absences due to travel replaced by an exchange of sexts, nudes, videos, calls, and messages—anything to keep the fire alive. The physical connection was electric, a potent blend of desire and fulfillment, always leaving both of you craving more.

It was no secret that Fitz had feelings for you beyond the physical. He often spoke about wanting to take you out on dates, to show you off, and to share the more intimate parts of his life with you. Despite this, he never took that next step, and you were left puzzled by his reluctance to ask you out formally.

In truth, you couldn't recall ever explicitly agreeing to just sex, but you never brought it up or corrected him. Perhaps the thrill of the forbidden, or the undeniable chemistry between you, kept you from addressing the ambiguity. As the dynamic continued, you were left navigating the complexities of your feelings and his hesitations, all while savouring the intense connection you shared.

Until he called you from Vid-Con, clearly high on something or other. You could tell he was in a bathroom stall by the echoing acoustics and the muffled noises of the event outside. His pupils were dilated, and his speech was slurred, a far cry from the confident and controlled Fitz you were used to.

“Hey,” he mumbled, his voice wavering between excitement and exhaustion. “I… I just needed to hear your voice.” His words tumbled out in a disjointed stream, each syllable punctuated by the occasional erratic chuckle or sigh.

You listened patiently, sensing the vulnerability beneath his altered state. “Cam, are you okay?” you asked gently, concern lacing your voice.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he replied, though his unsteady tone suggested otherwise. “Just... everything’s crazy here. And, um, I’ve been thinking a lot... about us.” He paused, as if gathering his scattered thoughts. “I don’t know what we are, you know? But I want to figure it out.”

The admission caught you off guard. The intensity of the moment, combined with the haze of his intoxication, created a surreal blend of clarity and confusion. “What do you mean?” you asked, trying to make sense of his ramblings.

He took a deep breath, his voice softening. “I like you, Y/N. More than just… this. I want to be with you, not just in secret. I want to take you out, show you off. I know I’ve been avoiding it, but when I get back… will you go out with me? Like, officially?”

You felt a rush of relief mixed with lingering excitement. The intoxicated confession was raw and unfiltered, revealing the depth of his feelings. “Cam, I’d like that. But I want it to be real, not just a spur-of-the-moment thing.”

“Absolutely,” he said, his voice steadier with determination. “When I get home, I’ll take you out. We’ll do it right. Just... give me a chance to show you what I really mean.”

"Only once chance," You joked to him with a smile.

Fitz chuckled softly, the sound a comforting contrast to his earlier slurred speech. “One chance, huh? I’ll make it count. I promise.”

His voice was filled with genuine sincerity, and you could sense his determination even through the phone. “I’m looking forward to it,” you said, a smile tugging at your lips despite the late hour. “Just make sure you’re sober and ready to impress.”

“Deal,” he replied, a note of excitement in his voice. “I can’t wait to see you and finally show you what I’ve been wanting to all along.”

As the call ended, you felt a renewed sense of anticipation. His promise had finally turned the uncertainty into something tangible.

-

a clatter in the distance woke you, "fitz? are you alright" you mumbled sleepily.

rubbing your eyes groggily you peered about, he was at his desk again, head in his hands. "please baby, come back to bed" you muttered from the covers

hearing no response you pried yourself from the mattress, the sudden shock of the cold wooden floor sent a shiver through your body. feeling vulnerable, you quickly wrapped yourself in a sheet before stumbling over to fitz - who was still murmuring to himself. .

"they can't do this" he whispered, his voice shaking with fear. you felt a certain anger towards ward in these moments, something that could only be satiated by putting a bullet in that snakes' head.

your voice trembled with remorse as you rubbed his back, kneeling next to the desk, "what do you mean fitz" you whispered,

"are you hurt?" you breathed, he closed his eyes, leaning into your touch while you checked him over,

with watery eyes he looked down, grasping your hands in his and not daring to look in your eyes,

"they-" he stopped, whimpering and attempting to catch his breath as he traced circles with his thumb over the back of your hand,

"they don't let me be with you"

you coaxed him to stand and as you did, he slowly made his way over to the bed

"mack and may and coulson, they said i'd hurt you and i was hurting evryone around me-" fitz stuttered catching his breath "they wouldn't let me stay with you, i had to leave" he whimpered softly "they made me". he looked up at you, his eyes desperate and watery.

you sat yourself onto the bed, crossing your legs, leo followed suit seating himself with his hands by his side, supporting himself.

"it's just you and me, alright?" you never broke eye contact with him

you could tell he was scared to reach out to you, there were a couple times like this since the accident. watching him struggle to make a physical connection with you was something you never wanted to experience, never wanted him to experience. and yet here you were.

you caught your hands finding comfort on either side of his head "fitz please, you know them, they wouldn't do that" you leaned your forehead against his allowing your hands to drop to his shoulders. you'd never tell him it was just a nightmare, because you knew, when it was happening it feels real. it feels like an all consuming weight that could very well near never be lifted.

fitz leaned forward, breathing you in and pressing a kiss to your forehead, your cheek, before finding your lips, desperately leaning in. him bit at your bottom lip, making you part them, for him to find your tongue.

you rolled your head back slightly, leo quickly pressed his lips to your neck, nipping softly, before burying his face in your shoulder.

you leaned your back against the headboard as he rested his head on your chest "you make me feel safe" he stated "only you" he hid his head in your chest, inhaling your scent, you pressed kisses all over the top of his head,

he took your hand in his, pressing it to his cheek, you ran your through his hair, softly tracing circles on his scalp, he leaned into your touch, whimpering in the slightest.

Whoever decided to go to the old abandoned town (*cough* *cough* Danny) was stupid. It obviously did not take long before everything went downhill. Everyone got split up pretty quickly, and you didn’t even know who you were with at first. The only person you were positively with was Fitz. You didn’t let go of his hand the entire time you were running.

The four of you ran into a nearby building to hide from whoever was out there, and that’s when you noticed there were only four of you left.

“Ah, what pussies!” Jay chuckled, turning his flashlight on to see who was left. You, Fitz, Noah, and, obviously, Jay. “You’re fucking kidding me! They’re the ones that wanted to do this.” Everyone laughed along with him before dying down to look around. That’s when Fitz walked over to you instead.

“Do I take your breath away, or do you have asthma?” Fitz teased, not actually able to see you wheezing and leaning against the door. It was a running joke, and usually, it hit, but in this case, it didn’t have the normal response. You tried to crack a smile, still as you held a hand to your chest.

“Both, but I do kinda need my inhaler,” You weakly laughed along through wheezes as you tried to reach for Fitz. He always had your emergency inhaler, being the responsible one he always is.

“Oh, shit,” He muttered, patting down his pockets to see which one had the device in it, like it wasn’t always in his front left pocket. He pulled it out, took the cap off, and handed it over to you, so you could administer the medication. “Do you need to chill out? We can just sit here for a while until you feel good enough to walk around again.”

“You go ahead,” You replied slowly as you focused on your breathing. “I don’t want you to feel left out. I’ll be fine here if you want to look about.”

“Nah,” He said immediately while shaking his head, “I’m not gonna leave you alone. I can either carry you around, and we can explore together, or we both sit here and let the others do the exploring.”

“I just need a minute,” You sighed out, sliding down the wall as you continued taking deep breaths. Fitz sat down across from you and pulled out his phone to turn his flashlight on, so you two wouldn't be sitting in complete darkness. “Can you talk or something! The silence is freaking me out.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” he chuckled nervously before stuttering out, “wonderful weather we’re having?”

“Oh, the best,” You scoffed, shaking your head at him. “You’re not helping.”

“I don’t know what you want me to do! I’m not good with small talk,” He started ranting, and little did he know, you baited him into this. “The only thing I know how to do is make people laugh and maybe make a fool of myself. Do you want me to go do something stupid?” 

Fitz is the type of guy to ask a question and not wait for a response. He was jumping up and playing a random song on the very out-of-tune piano before you could even blink.

~~~~~

Ward trapped you, Simmons, and Fitz in the box. The three of you sunk down into the sea. 

You watched as they tried to figure out a way for us to escape. You weren’t a scientist. You’re good at fighting and hacking. 

Fitz and Simmons figured out how to get out of the box, but there was one problem. They could only make two oxygen sources. Fitz and Simmons were arguing on who should take the sources. 

“You two can take the sources.” Fitz said firmly and handed you one of the sources.

Jemma shakes her head, “no Fitz I will not take it.” Tries to hand him one

They argue back and forth.

“Shut up!” You yelled and they stopped talking, “ I can’t swim. I shouldn’t have a source. It’d be a waste. I can’t hold my breath long enough to get out of here.” Hands Fitz the source. They both try to argue with you but you move to the door. “Take it now. I’m opening the door!” You hang close to the door switch. 

They use the oxygen and both grab onto one of your arms and swim up.

*timeskip*

“She has damage to her temporal lobe” you heard someone say. You could also feel someone’s hand on top of yours. The room was quiet, but not peaceful. It was the type of quiet that sends you into flight or fight, but with your current position you could do neither. Your body was still very weak so you couldn’t open your eyes yet. You could hear the faint sounds of people talking quietly in a separate room.“Don’t worry Y/N you’ll be fine.” It was Fitz, he sounded as though he was talking more to himself. You could hear his foot nervously tapping on the floor. 

You had been stuck in this room for weeks. Simmons and other people would come in and check on you every so often. Though the one person that checked on you daily was Leo Fitz. When you had more energy you could open your eyes and sit up. Fitz was so excited to see you.

“Y/N! You’re looking so much better!” He quickly walked up to and in the chair next to your bed. He went to reach for your hand but then stopped and fidgeted. “May I? Hold your hand?” He asked. You nod.

“Of course, you- you can.” The words stumble awkwardly out of your mouth. Simmons did tell you might have trouble speaking from now on. It was weird to hear your voice like this. Especially since you haven’t talked since the incident. He held your hand. You tried to stop your hand from shaking but it wouldn’t stop.