7 + fitzmack even tho idk if you write for this ship but yolo
Person A gets confetti in their hair… Person B notices.
There are at least three pieces of confetti stuck to the top of Mack’s head, a red, a yellow, and a sparkly silver.
Mack’s got his arm’s around Fitz’s waist, telling him “It’s New Years, Turbo. You’ve gotta dance,” but all Fitz can concentrate on in that damn confetti.
Mack’s just tipsy enough to think Fitz is staring into his eyes and not the top of his forehead (that’s where the yellow one is).
At one point, he reaches up to wipe it off, but that Mack starts kissing him,
That, at least, manages to distract him. But they do have to come up for air at some point, mostly because Skye stars wolf-whistling.
The confetti’s still there.
"You’ve got—" Fitz starts, but Mack cuts him off.
"a really hot date to this party? I know."
Fitz is too focused on that damn confetti to even take the compliment seriously.
He sighs loudly, and Mack looks down at him with a cocked eyebrow.
"Follow me," Fitz grabs Mack by the wrist and pulls him out the door and down the hall to the lab.
It would probably be quicker to just tell Mack he’s got confetti stuck to him, but now that he’s been fixating on it, Fitz feels like he needs to take care of it.
He makes quick work of pulling the stop stool out from under the lab tables and climbs up so he’s the same height as Mack. He reaches out and plucks the tiny scraps of paper off of his boyfriend.
"Confetti," he holds it up to explain.
Mack nods his thanks and then takes the opportunity to enjoy kissing Fitz at this new angle.
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