A Madman With a Guitar || Héctor Rivera X Reader

A Musician, Maybe A Dancer

"Hey Héctor, d'you dance?"

He was sitting across the room for you, would-be-nose in a book before he peeked up, a curious expression painting his face.

"Ehh.. sí? I used to. Why do you ask?"

"I uh, was just curious, since I know you were a musician."

He smiled and shrugged, closing the book.  "I could still be one."

You were confused by the statement. He could be? What kind of cryptic, secret-organization kinda statement was that? He could be?

His widening smile and shaking head showed you he knew what you were thinking. He placed the book down on a desk and began rummaging through some piles of junk, most of it looking to be Chicharròn's. You stared, quiet. Héctor pulled out a guitar, sat back down, tuned it, and looked at you expectantly.

"Was that.. yours?"

He shook his head "Chicharròn's. He won't mind, though."

His fingers plucked at the strings, hand grazing along the neck, or whatever it was called, but you assumed neck, carving the little notes through the air. The song was slower than it was meant to be. Poco Loco.

You smiled. He smiled back, now holding eye contact, save a few glances back at the guitar.

"What color is the sky?" His voice deepened as he sang, the sweet sugaryness you adored.

"Ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor..~" You sung along softly, slowly, to match his pace.

He brightened, plucking along the strings with a little more meaning. "You tell me that it's red, ay mi amor, ay mi amor~"

You were smiling, and you couldnt stop now. "Where should I put my shoes? Ay mi amor, ay mi amor~" You responded in song.

"You say, put them on your head!" Héctor stomped with the music as he sang, gaining speed, back to how the song should be, though a little quiet. "Ay mi amor, ay mi amor!"

He looked at you with pure joy. You laughed and began to sing with him, spurred into it by his happiness "You make me un poco loco, un poquititito loco! The way you keep me guessing, I'm nodding and I'm yessing~ I'll count it as a blessing!~" He nodded towards you to finish. "That I'm only~ un poco loco!"

The guitar loudened, brought to the happy energy the song deserved, Héctor brought to the happiness he deserved, caught in a moment you never thought you'd see. "You dance, chamaco?"

You hopped up and began spinning a little, waltzing around the room to his guitar.

Then you thought he couldn't get any happier.

You thought he might explode.

"The loco that you make me, it is just un poco crazy!~ The sense that you're not making, the liberties you're taking leave my~ cabeza~ shaking!~ You are just, un poco loco!" He was strumming so ferociously you thought a string may pop off, but you were thinking a lot of things right now, too many to keep track of.

You smiled "Un poquitititititititititititititito loco~" you finished softly, squeezing in a little spin as you did. Héctor was beaming. He almost dropped the guitar as he jumped up to grab you into a tight hug, holding you tightly in his chest.

"A-ahahah.. Thanks, Héctor, I.. Wow. Just."

"Don't thank me. Thank you, Y/N. I haven't been that happy in decades!" He spun you round quickly and pulled you back into him.

"You know Héctor," your voice faltered at his name, "you never answered my question."

"Ah, right, Y/N. I guess I could dance with you, if someone would play."

"You could sing again."

He chuckled and let you go, grip loosening just enough for him to look at you.

"Sí.. I could. For you."

He paused, smiling. His hand brushed your cheek, moving some hair off your face.

"For you, I could do anything."