#scratchy speaks

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thinking about hector and if he ever misses being an HVAC after realization. How it was kinda nice having a designated role, to know you are 10000% useful. how it feels To be a fleshy sweaty animal with a finite dimensions. The exact opposite of what he once was, a complex and expansive marvel of human ingenuity.

wonder if he misses the scratch of the insulation, of the near perfect darkness within the walls. His routines. How he looked over the entire house, felt like he held the entire building in his arms because in a sense, he did. To stretch and hold like a box that's too big in your arms. And now he's not that. He could never hold something bigger than himself in that metaphysical way ever again. talk about body dismorphia am i right

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*hands folded and head bowed in deep prayer *

I need more voice lines for hector Outside the vent please god if you don't I'm really gonna do it this time

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fic idea at 6in the morning unedited. Basically a single incoherent stream of thought

Human au, hector is a small time writer for books with covers that look like a hunky man and a swooning boxom woman, granny smut. But it's actually pretty troublesome to read in places and the smut is pretty dense and wordy which is why it doesn't sell so well

Reader is a fan and writes a letter bc hector is taking a really long hiatus about a cowboy story and wants to poke his brain about his ideas.

Hence a pen pal friendship that turns into love. Is it silly to feel like you know a person simply through letters? To fall in love without having seen the others face, only how they cross their t's and dot their i's ?

Standard situation of hector doesnt want you to see his facebut his publisher has scheduled a book signing to drum up sales and he's forced to attend (doesn't even have his face on the authors bio in the back of his books lol)

Reader says they'd attend and OH NO! ANXIETY! like of course they'd know what he looks like, he's the one at the table signing books but reader could be anyone! What if they don't like him or he's different than imagine and they just never say anything!

AND CONCURRENT TO ALL THIS is a meta story of the cowboy that hector is writing. A story within a story. Some small time grocer in a frontier town. Spends his nights as a rugged midnight man of justice, shooting bandits and stopping train robberys , all that cowboy stuff.

The cowboy is lonesome but his works are exulted by the townsfolk while the humble grocer is just that, humble. He's one of the small folk and no one really pays him any mind. His love interest, a school teacher, is new in town and the lonesome grocer falls head over heels, and as the roughish cowboy he whisks her away from dangers that somehow (cough plot ) find their way to the them. But uh oh, plot happens (hectors stuck on what it could be) and the grocer has to decide if he wants to continue being the grocer or devote himself to the cowboy. And worse! His love is trapped somewhere and if he goes, everyone will know he's the cowboy! (Hectors head is in his hands he is so screwed by the logistics and writers block, open weeping full snot)

Anywayss if I was a better stronger man I would write this, maybe one day

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arrrghhgg human au ?? college au??? loser!hector and he's obsessed with reader who shares a class or two with him. They're like super popular (jokes on him, they're p normal he's just a loner) and they team up for some project but uh oh hook up time that continues after the assignment is over and he like loves them uh oh. Ummm all this to say ,I was bombarded with the vision of poor love struck college hector asking reader if he's only coming over to his for sex. Real sad kicked puppy vibes idk fic idea for a rainy day

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two uninterrupted minutes of purposeful and loving eye contact gets hector so raunchy and randy and ready for bonetown. You don't even have to bother with innuendos or whatever. Just 👁️👁️♥️ and he's so hard he could pass out. send tweet

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how very self insert of me but boom 💥 another fic idea, Pygmalion!Hector and galatea!reader. So like standard stuff, hector is lonely and sculpts a person out of marble or whatever, adorns and adores her to the point Aphrodite (Skylar) brings her to life. Except woah he's put this statue-turned-human on a literal pedestal and now has to learn how to treat this person as a person while reader Also has to learn how to be a person and not what hector wants specifically. So basically a retelling of the myth except I shove my barbies into it. Undecided if this should be fluff with angst , or angst with happy ending or angst so hard it cracks the crowns in your teeth like hard candy

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You ever think about how the Hanks are like hectors only friends?

Anyways arrrggg fic idea of hectors progression through his feelings for the homeowner but told through the lense of meeting each individual hank. Hank 1 is just general boredom and apathetic curiosity all the way to Hank 5 and the realization of "oh dang I want to be soft with this person". And yes, Hank 3 is the fics mid point where he opens hectors eyes and plants seeds for HVAC's First Boner TM. All and all, a very psychosexual psycho analysis of my boyfriend.

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Self indulgent self insert fic idea.

hectors uncle's HVAC repair shop is getting some tshirts with their logo on the back and a smaller one on the breast pocket and he comes into my shop and we have our little meet cute. Shops ac is out and he's offering to repair at a discount. enough cameos to rival a marvel movie. Did I mention this was self indulgent?