Hi, hello. Can u do one with reader x Hector but they’re eating powdered donuts together? It would get a bit messy, and Hector would try to clean up reader but they just end up smooching. I just think it would be very cute if it’s not too much trouble.
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Of coursee! This is so cute omggg!! Sorry for taking so long, my hiatus was honestly so unexpected even for me, but im officially back!! This was so fun to write and finally one that wasn't rushed. Opened word and everything!! I really hope you enjoy it
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Tags: Fluff, Self Care day Gone Wrong.
Word Count: 2.1k
A tough day at work was nothing new to you at this point, considering Valdivian has been meaning to bring back most of their employees, seeing AI was truly a waste of investments. Of course, since you were the most resent person they fired, they thought to bring you back first!
Which meant, until everyone’s been hired back and been brought back to their original responsibilities, everyone’s duties became your own. Working overtime, handling heavy material, hell working with machinery that you could barely operate! It was all a mess. Thankfully, pay was guaranteed, so you weren’t too worried about the financial aspects of your life by this point.
Unfortunately, these copious amounts of work meant that you barely had time for yourself. Your body craved for even the romanticization of a self-care day, the hot steaming bath and the glass of wine waiting for you on the dining room table, and a warm, savory meal that you’d order as takeout from your favourite restaurant. A perfectly calm and lazy afternoon.
You were scrolling on your phone the day before, realizing that tomorrow, you’d have 6 or more hours to yourself after work! Oh yeah, it was all coming together.
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After an excruciating shift, your back aching from bending on your chair to stare at a screen and answer customer service questions, you feel your determination overflowing you. Today is going to be the most relaxing day you’ve ever deserved!
Your first stop? The closest supermarket. You needed to stock up on the essentials for such a beautiful night before you headed home. Your shopping cart had a variety of bath salts, aromatic candles, a brand new lighter because you had exhausted your old one, and a bottle of your favourite wine. You thought you should save the snack isles for last, knowing picking would take you way too long had you started with that one. You end up staring at the baked goods’ isle, weirdly open at 6pm, stacked with a bunch of donuts that apparently didn’t sell in the morning. They were on sale, and you figure it would be a good opportunity to binge while you rest, maybe while watching a movie?
You finally reach home, your social battery entirely drained as an overwhelming amount of people thought of you as an employee at the supermarket due to your Valdivian uniform, forcing you to talk to people all over again. But the moment your foot stepped through the door, nothing mattered anymore, because your home was already warm, waiting for you.
“Hello, my love”, you hear a forced, deep, grainy voice greet you, clearly expecting you. This sweet man noticed you were late, and figured you’d appreciate a warm, indirect embrace. You smile towards the grate, setting your shopping bag to the ground as you begin to remove your shoes, noticing a pair of patient hands waiting for you to fully enter your home, physically and mentally.
“Was work exhausting today?” he asks when he sees you walking to the kitchen.
“As it always is”, you respond, setting everything you’ve bought in its place. Hector notices the number of candles you’ve decided to purchase, and it made him curious. What you brought seemed extremely romantic.
“Are you bringing someone over?” he asks, his voice now softer, more self-conscious, as he still hesitates over the idea of your relationship. Even if you were dating, he thought that you had every right to meet someone better, as he was quite literally homebound. You stare at the grate where his voice came from, and show him a sweet smile, reassuring any sort of fear he may have.
“No, Hector, don’t you ever worry about that.” You say as you start heading to the bathroom, candles and bath salts in hand while listening to Hector go from one vent to another. “I’ve just been extremely exhausted lately. I thought I deserve some pampering, you know?”
“Pampering” he says, his thoughts calming down as his sexy, rather silly persona rises back up. “I wouldn’t be opposed being the one caring for you my beloved. Please, don’t hesitate to ask me of anything-”
You interrupt him gently, now fully making eye contact, “Hector, the fact you were considerate enough to make my home warm before I came home is enough. I’d actually love to do this by myself”
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Sad to say you didn’t love it as much. Your bath was far more stressful than you expected, the bath salts irritated your skin, and your glass of wine fell into the tub by accident as you tried to read the label of the container of the bath salts. You had exited in a hurry, your last hope being that your food would be delivered to you.
“Deliveries Unavailable, Open Again on Thursday!”
No one except you have this kind of luck.
You were overwhelmed, the self-care night went far more horrible than you could’ve ever thought. Of course, a little someone, a particular vent dweller had anticipated this. He was actually hoping for this little downfall, hoping you’d accept or even ask for his help. A small whine of his name made his ears immediately perk up coming from the living room.
A few moments later, and a pair of hands appeared hanging from the grates, him answering to your call. The sight he saw was absolutely precious.
In a final attempt to reclaim this allegedly peaceful night, you had set up quite the nest on your couch. A multitude of blankets with pillows creating makeshift walls and cushions in front of the arms and back of the couch, with two glasses of wine on the coffee table and a variety of snacks.
He stares at you, utterly flabbergasted by the effort you decided to put into this, even though you were clearly exhausted.
“Hector,, would you like to join me?” You say in this pleading tone, as it was your last straw to actually get some intended rest. You wanted company, and who better to ask than your boyfriend. You continue, your attitude clearly affected by the multiple glasses of wine you’ve been unconsciously having so far. “Please, come here with me”
It didn’t take longer than 4 minutes for Hector to show up in front of you, excited over the idea of a cozy little date with you. You gently take hold of his hand, coaxing him to sit on the couch beside you the moment you did, and of course he followed.
It took a short while for him to loosen up and sit more comfortably beside you; the glass of wine you offered him had surely helped him relax his stiff posture. He was afraid of “becoming too comfortable”, of forgetting himself, but with a few reassuring touches, glares, and your own overly relaxed attitude, he rested against the cushions on your couch. He was on your side, his arm resting on your shoulders, while his head was tilted slightly towards yours. His scent was far more calming than all the candles you somewhat impulsively bought today.
Looking at the desserts on the coffee table in front of him, he decides to take initiative, taking the closed box of donuts and placing it on his lap. You look at him as he does, as the wine you’ve been drinking all afternoon started to affect you. You weren’t meticulously drunk, but you had definitely gotten tipsy.
He opens the box, the scent of vanilla and sweetness filling the air. You guessed they were a little stale, as these are mostly sold as breakfast items and you had bought them in the afternoon, but the dedication of the baker was definitely appreciated; they still looked incredibly appetizing. You see him take one of the donuts, small crumbs and traces of powdered sugar falling on his fingertips as he brings it closer and closer to your mouth. The gesture makes your heart beat a little quicker, but you notice a few crumbs equally falling on your couch.
“Oof, this is going to be messy.” you jest, a small hint of a nervous laugh escaping you. It made your heart flip seeing him initiate such romantic acts. God this man.
He sees you hesitating, and he places his open palm underneath your chin, making sure to catch any possible crumbs that might fall from you taking a bite. You see a faint smile growing on his lips, and you follow suit, while the proximity as long as your slight tipsiness makes you move your head that slightly bit forward, his fingertips now subtly resting against your jaw.
You open your mouth to take a bite, crumbs actually falling from your lips as the donut breaks. It was drier than you anticipated, but the flavour was sweet, nonetheless. The coolness of the powdered sugar, as long as the soft aftertaste of lemon and coconut blending perfectly with the vanilla. They may have been dry, but the bite softened in your mouth perfectly.
He notices you swallow, and he continues to feed you, your fondness of him growing all the more with each moment. The quickest way to a person’s heart is through the stomach after all.
Woefully, the crumbs weren’t the only issue when it came to making a mess, as the corners of your mouth were equally smeared with powdered sugar as his fingertips. He softly chuckles as he notices, and you definitely felt it too. You move your hand to wipe the powdered sugar away, only for that to shake the hand he had under your chin, making the crumbs fall on your covers.
“Oh shit” you quickly stammer, and he gets a bit surprised as well. “I am so sorry Hector”
“Oh don’t be sorry my love”, he whispers, moving his hand to try and remove the powdered sugar from your lips on his own. Unfortunately for him, the hand he used was the one he was holding the donut with, making sure to spread even more powdered sugar on your skin. You pause, feeling the dust covering your freshly bathed cheek, and you giggle.
“Is this how it’s going to go?”
“Apparently it is”, he responds, he himself finding the situation rather amusing. He attempts again, this time trying to hold your face with his hand on your cheek. You notice him reaching out to you, and with the obnoxiousness of your tipsiness, you move your head far more forward. You manage to startle him again, but this time you made him giggle. This wasn’t going anywhere, the copious amounts of effort he was trying to put into simply dusting the corners of your mouth have been, to put it simply, going to shit.
In a final -and very romantic- attempt, he leaned his head forward, closer to yours to get a better look, managing to finally get the sugar off from your lips. You exhale and turn your head to get another sip of your wine the moment he had taken his hand from your face, thinking he had moved away. You turn your head, expecting to be resting back on the couch, but there he was staring at you, as the sudden closeness caused you two to bump noses. He smiles and chases your mouth, giving you a soft kiss which you fell for. It lasted a few seconds, though the moment he pulled away, he sat further away from you, thinking he had crossed a boundary.
Unbeknownst to him, he hadn’t, and him moving away from you made you clearly upset and wanting for more. You suddenly tackle him, reaching towards his head to hold and to give him another kiss.
You manage to reach him, locking lips with his own as you feel a hand slithering across your sides and towards the small of your back, pulling you closer towards him. Things are starting to get heated, your hands moving to hold the back of his head and get tangled in his hair.
What your brain forgot to remind you of, of course, was the glass of wine that you were still holding onto with your right hand. As your fingers went to tangle in the curly nest that is his hair, the glass tips just enough for the wine to spill out, making a small red waterfall that collected in the small metal cone around his neck.
A muffled sound escaped him as the sudden cold hit his skin, making him pull away as quickly as possible and put his hand behind his head to check what was happening. You instinctively move away as well, his eyes catching the previously full, now empty glass of wine sitting on your hand. Eye contact was surely intense, and the laughter more prominent than before.
The night ended with you two sharing a bath, far more calming than what you had started your night with, and comfy cuddles on the couch while watching a movie you both enjoyed, snacks and any liquids avoided for now. Rest assured that this night was bound to be an inside joke of yours forever.
