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You took a deep breath as you raised your hand to knock on the ominous door in the basement of your office building. As the newest member of your team, they had told you it was a rite of passage to speak to the engineers in the belly of the building, and a good way to introduce yourself as you'd be working closely with them.

However, you had already found they had a reputation for being the unfriendliest people in the office. Snippy. Unapproachable. Grumpy.

Steeling yourself you make a second attempt to knock when a voice from behind you startles you.

"Can I help you?"

The voice is low and gruff and when you turn around you find yourself looking up at a tall man with a dark beard and a beanie. His body fills the hallway and you try not to gulp too loudly as he looms above you, feeling all to prim and proper in your office attire versus his dark wash jeans, tool belt and dark hoodie marred with various paint stains. He's holding what looks like his lunch in his left arm; a bottle of soda, chips and a crushed sandwich squeezed in the crook of his arm.

"I, ah, um..." you clear your throat before sticking out your hand confidently. "I'm the new recruit for Building Operations. My team said I should introduce myself, I'm Y/N."

The man's hand swallows yours as he shakes it firmly, giving you an odd look; like he can't believe you're speaking to him. "Curtis."

"Nice to meet you." You beam at him.

He doesn't return the smile, only nods. "Likewise."

You shuffle on your feet awkwardly, reaching into your tote bag to pull out some cookies you'd made for the team, this tupper box having Mace & Curtis scrawled in your handwriting on the lid. You hand it to Curtis sheepishly, who shuffles his food around to take it from you. He stares at the box, then at you.

"You made these?" He asks.

"Um, yeah." You say with a short nod. You clap your hands nervously, trying to ignore how much your palms are sweating under his gaze. "They're just chocolate chip, nothin' special."

Curtis makes a sound of gruff assessment and you can't tell if he agrees or disagrees with you, but when you check your watch you realise you're late for a meeting.

"Sorry, I've gotta dash for a meeting but-" You inch past him and he follows your movement. "It was nice meeting you Curtis! I hope you enjoy the cookies!"

You can still feel his eyes on you as you turn the corner and as you wait in the lift lobby for the elevator, you wonder why that makes your skin tingle in the most delightful way. Heaving a breathless sigh, you hop into the elevator car when it arrives, hoping Mace is just as... cool as Curtis is.

And just as easy on the eyes.

"Uh, hi?" You know it's not Curtis under the pipe because the body beneath you is leaner, grubby shirt riding up a tad to reveal a snail trail of dark hair and hip dips sharp enough to cut your hands on. Not that you should be thinking about that in a professional setting. "Mace, right?"

There's a metallic clunk, a grumble, and then a face slides into view, blue eyes scowling. "What?"

He's snippy. Definitely snippy.

Thankfully, his snippiness doesn't overshadow his handsomeness. Similarly to Curtis, Mace is well-muscled and broad shouldered - but where Curtis bulked out, Mace streamlined; creating a physique of a Calvin Klein Model. His hair is unkempt and his beard is a little straggly, but he looks a little cleaner than Curtis did. Maybe because you'd caught him in the morning and he hadn't had chance to get grimey yet.

"I'm Y/N. I work with-"

"Yeah. Curtis said." He sits up, forearms resting on his knees, eyes assessing you. "What do you want?"

"Oh, um, just wondering if you had the reports for the heating through yet-"

"No." He answers curtly.

"Okay." You respond immediately and then look at your shoes awkwardly. "It was nice to see you in person anyway. Thanks for your help!"

You're about to turn tail and head for the hills when Mace sighs and grumbles out, "Wait. Lemme check the system, so that you didn't come all the way down here for nothing."

You wait in silence as he taps away on the phone-sized tablet attached to his belt, rocking on your heels idly. After two minutes, a blue circle of death appears on the screen and he sighs.

"Signal's always bad down here." He explains. "Takes forever to do anything."

"There's no ethernet?" You ask, agahst. Yoi couldn't imagine uploading photographic evidences in the hundreds with little to no signal.

Mace studies you for a moment and then shakes his head. "Nope."

You must pull a face because Mace snorts. "We're stuck in the basement. What'd you expect?"

In all honesty, you hadn't even thought of that. However, you're glad that you came to speak to Mace about it, because at the very least it got him to lighten up.

"Still nada." Mace sighs after another two minutes of the blue circle and rehooks the tavlet onto his belt. "I know it's been done though, if that's any help?"

You smile over at him. "Yeah, actually. So long as there's no major faults with the system, I'm happy."

"None as far as I know." Mace nods and then looks at his feet. "I'm sorry for being snappy earlier. It's... been a long day but that was no excuse to take it out on you."

Heat creeps up your neck at his sudden intense sincerity and you find yourself grinning bashfully at him. "It's alright. Everyone has off days."

Mace's lips tug into a lopsided smile that makes your belly swoop. "Curtis was right; you are too nice."

Before you can ask what he means, he's already back on the floor and pulling himself back under the pipe and you know you've been dismissed. Rolling your eyes to yourself playfully you make your way back to your desk, throwing back a thank you to Mace who responds with a wave.

You couldn't understand why people were so scared of him and Curtis - they were teddy bears.

Three brisk knocks on the basement door to the engineering room had Curtis looking up from his paperwork and Mace leaning back in his chair. The door clicked and your head poked in, beaming at the two engineers.

"Hey," you greet. "Is this a good time?"

"'Course it is." Curtis smiles back, abandoning his report.

"You know you're welcome down to the basement anytime." Mace chimes in. "It's nice to have someone other than Curtis to talk to."

"You don't mean that." You say half-heartedly, pushing the door wider with your foot.

You're carrying a large tupperware box full of cookies that smell floral and sweet, and you approach the two men almost shyly and offer the box to them. Curtis and Mace peer into the box at first unable to discern the shape until Curtis bravely picks one up and tilts it left and right before realising it's the shape of a bunny. Mace follows suit and unceremoniously chomps down on an ear.

His tongue is met with buttery softness and a dash of lavender that isn't overwhelming and he smiles before he can stop himself.

"These are good." He says. "What's the occasion?"

"A celebration." You say deviously, watching Curtis pick out his second cookie after inhaling the first. Two sets of quizzical blue eyes settle on you and you elaborate. "Guess who got you guys ethernet."

They both blink at you and Curtis' chair creaks as he leans back in shock, cookie crumbs tumbling down his beard.

"You did?"

"Yep," you say proudly and then cast a bashful glance at your cookies. "I made a business case for it and it got approved. Dunno how long it will take to actually get done though."

"See? Told you she was good." Curtis tells Mace with a grin and Mace scoffs. "The cookies are great by the way."

"Delicioush," Mace adds around a mouthful. "Lavender?"

"Kinda." You concede. "Earl grey sugar cookies. Anyway, more importantly, how're you guys?"

You place the tupperware on the desk and take a cookie of your own, chatting with the two men for longer than you realise - quite literally bolting from their room again for a meeting you forgot about after an hour; leaving the two allegedly grumpy engineers smiling after you.

Your swelling appendix had been caught before it had ruptured but it had meant your surgery and hopitalisation had been rapid, with only enough time to really let you manager and immediate family know. It was a standard operation, nothing major. Recovery was supposed to be very swift, thankfully.

However, the way Mace and Curtis were acting, you'd think you were diagnosed with glass bones.

They were the first visitors you had had outside of family and when you'd asked how they knew where you were they ominously said they knew a guy in IT who found out. You didn't press further, although, you were delighted to see them.

Mace had brought you stuffed grey toy bunny, with long soft ears adorned with a light pink bow and Curtis had brought a box of luminescent lilac Peep bunnies.

You nestled the bunny into the crook of your elbow as you opened the box and took a delicate bite of the marshmallowy goodness.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Mace asks from the right side of your bed.

"Mm. Well, I didn't want to be a bother." You shrug casually, trying not to hum with delight as you chew and he frowns at you. Curtis, who's seated at your left remains quiet but reaches for a peep.

"You had us worried." He huffs, crossing his arms. "We thought you got fired."

"Fired?" You echo and then snort. "I wish. Besides, I need to make sure you get your ethernet first."

"Hmm." Curtis' chair creaks as he shifts his weight although you're surprised he'd managed to wedge himself in. "We'd manage."

"Suuuure." You say sarcastically. "Can't leave my two dust bunnies unattended."

Mace scrunches his nose and you point wildly at him, causing Curtis to giggle in surprise. "That's it! That's the face!"

"Yeah, yeah." Mace says, trying to sound dismissive as a smile creeps onto his face. "Whatever you say, Peeps."

A/N: side note for me - why do I keep putting Curtis in throuples lmao???? 🥴💀 maybe there's just so much of him to go around

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With a soft hum, you twirl a bit - left and right. The song that's carried soft and smooth through the kitchen makes you think of him.

Of your boyfriend. The man you fell in love with - the man who's not just a few miles away but thousands of miles.

The song - one of the many - you used to dance to with him. Until the middle of the night, wrapped into each others warmth.

Wrapped into the thick arms of your boyfriend. James - or what he prefers Mace.

His broad hands would move to your hips, fingers digging into your soft flesh when he makes you both sway left and right, back and forth to the songs you love.

All the songs you hear on repeat ever since the space mission started. The playlist he made for the two of you so you would feel close to one another even with the distance between you.

Everyday you start the playlist again. The songs already written into your mind, you could sing them all without having to hear them by now - but somehow the noises, the melody makes you feel less alone.

It's been weeks - months even - since Mace had to leave. And now it's already days since the two of you were able to talk to one another - to see or hear the other.

The thought of not getting him back is breaking your heart piece by piece. Every day feels like losing him a bit more - distancing from him.

Not just physical but also mentally.

And as much as these thoughts try to push themselves to the front of your mind, you can't - you won't let them get the attention they try to demand.

Not when there's still a chance to get back the man you love.

He's coming back to you - he's surely coming back to you. Maybe not today maybe not next week but your heart tells you that he's not as far away as you may think. That he's back before you even blink and he will walk through the wooden door where both of your names are beautiful engraved in.

With another twirl you face the framed picture of you and Mace. Your first kiss.

It was in the middle of the night, it was cold and rainy but Mace dragged you to the ocean - the place he loves most and kisses you in the depth of the night under the bright of the silver moon above the ocean.

Turning off the stove you smile softly to yourself. It's his favorite dish and even after all these weeks where he's on this space mission, you keep making the amount of food for the two of you.

It's the noise of the wooden front door cracking softly, that has your head snapping up immediately. The sun shines through the now open door, brightening the hallway in a warm yellow light.

Instinctively, you reach for the knife that's next to your plate, fingers curling around the handle as you hold it in front of you.

"I'm not afraid to sta-" you say, interrupting yourself. Eyes widen and mouth agape.

This can't be. Right?

Are you dreaming. Hallucinating?

"Stab me?" James chuckles, his usual longer hair now trimmed, his ocean blue eyes tired but they shine like the sun. "And here I thought you would be happy to have me back."

Your mouth closes but you're still too stunned to say something. He looks handsome as ever, even with those short hair.

Still trained, handsome and smiling, just as you remember.

"It looks delicious. Hope you made enough to feed your boyfriend who hasn't had a good dish in what feels like forever. Space food really isn't the best, I can tell you," Mace jokes, taking a small step closer to you but not enough to touch you just yet.

"Mace," you whisper, dropping the knife onto the counter as your boyfriend keeps watching you - in all his glory. "Mace! You're back."

He really is standing there, in person. After months of not being able to around him, not knowing if he will ever come back to you - there he is.

Smiling. Waiting for you to move, to let him get closer without spooking you.

You take a step closer, then stop, letting your eyes rank over his body once more. Over his face.

"Of course I am. Thought you would love to be surprised, didn't think you would rather stab me the moment I step foot into our house," he jokes, finally taking a slow step closer. His hands reaching out to curl around your wrists. "You look stunning, babe."

Lifting your hands to his neck, he makes sure you interlace your fingers there before he withdraws his hands and settles them onto your waist. Fingers digging into your soft flesh, pulling your body against his firm chest.

"You still listening to that playlist?" Mace ask, a soft smile curling on his lips as they ghost above yours. "Cause I heard them every day when I watched the ocean on this big television, thought of you."

"Every day," you whisper before finally - finally - breaking the distance between your lips and letting your body sink into Mace's firm, warm one.

He's home. And after months, so are you - in his arms.

Did I mention this freaking pic? It’s so soft and handsome at the same time- anyway, I kinda love this Drabble.🙂‍↕️😂

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