Current Joys - Fuse Man and Elec Man x Reader Headcanons (Separate)
A request made from Wattpad!
Coming right up! I love these two dorks :>
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In retrospect, it really shouldnât have been that odd of a request, considering that you both had been official for months. By now, most couples are used to PDA. Whether it be gestures such as hand-holding or even little pecks on the cheek. Then again, you guys werenât âmost couples.â For one thing; youâre both robots. Another, youâre both based on elements. Water and electricity respectively. which wasnât an ideal combination. However, knowing this doesnât stop you from trying to take the first step of showing affection.
âCome againâŠ?â Admittedly, Fuse is caught off-guard by your sudden request, if not wary. Heâs well aware of the consequences of water and electricity mixing. And as much as he yearns to hold you close, the risk of hurting you pushes him away from that very desire.
Regardless of his warnings, however, you remain adamant about your request. He comes to realize that your persistence is a trait he both admires and despises. Youâre not dumb- youâre also aware of the dangers that follow with water and electricity. Despite this, you still insist on physical contact. You plead with him until he finally gives in with a deep sigh. His eyes bore into your own, and although there is uncertainty, you can see the tenderness in his gaze.
Thereâs a moment of silence between you both, and the room grows tense. You stare at him, deciding to take the initiation with your first step. Slowly, you approach him, taking in his reactions as you near him. Eventually, youâre standing right before Fuse, your hand slowly extending toward him. Everything seems to intensify as you draw near. You both can hear the static crackling in the air, and the weight that grows between your limbs. It doesnât deter your movements or even your goals- in fact, it only encourages you.Â
When you finally take his hand, the world seems to stop for a moment.
Itâs quiet. A peaceful tranquility fills the room, and a foreign warmth courses through your body. You and Fuse stare at each other, spellbound. Your hand is clasped to his, and he squeezes gently. It really shouldnât be that big of a deal, you tell yourself. Yet, there you are, completely dumbfounded by the delicacy of his touch. The corners of your lips twitch, and you smile at him. Although his expression remains stoic, there is a gentleness in the way he stares at you. A surge of confidence courses through your circuits, and before you know it, you already find yourself asking;
Itâs a bold question, and youâre well aware of that. Youâre also aware of the potential consequences, and youâre willing to risk it for him. At first, Fuse Man hesitates. You can tell from the way his hand begins to loosen, and the way his eyes dart around the room. Holding his hand was already pushing it, you shouldâve known better than to ask for a kiss. Before you can apologize and back out of it, Fuse grasps your other hand.
âHow could I ever refuse you?âÂ
Thereâs a pause for a brief moment. Not long after, you both begin to lean in slowly. Youâve seen it time and time again in movies, yet, now that youâre actually about to kiss, youâre at a loss. Are you supposed to close your eyes? How long is it supposed to last? Does your breath smell-?
Your thoughts come to a halt the second his lips press against yours. Thereâs a small shock, prompting you to jolt slightly. You donât push him away though. Instead, you lean into the kiss and wrap your arms around him. His hands hover above your back, and while there is uncertainty in his movements, he eventually settles to embrace you. You both remain in that position. For how long? You really arenât sure, but it feels like an eternity.
Sparks pop at the tips of the fuses on his head. Immediately he pulls back, especially after he sees your face contort in discomfort. He apologizes under his breath for losing his composure like that, already fanning away the sparks. You canât help but giggle at his reaction, reassuring him that youâre fine. Although, your words only seem to intensify the red hue on his cheeks.
That smile remains on Fuseâs face though, as does the weight on your lips from his kiss.Â
Elec blinks, processing your words. âIâm sorry, you want to what?â Although he might come off as a bit aggressive and demeaning at first, it doesnât change the fact that heâs flattered you thought to ask him. Not that it shouldnât be too surprising. After all, you have been together for a while now, and he knows heâs damn near irresistible. While he would love to hold you close, embrace you, hold your hand, and everything else that he could do, physical affection with you is a gamble.Â
Like Fuse Man, he considers the implications of water and electricity mixing. Some dangers mainly come from his end, and the last thing he wants is for you to get hurt. Especially by him- he cares for you too much. He could not, in good conscience, ever bring himself to harm you. Which is why he initially dismisses your request, shaking his head. âLook, I get it. Trust me, I really do. Holding hands sounds tempting, but itâs too much of a risk for you.â
You canât help but roll your eyes at first. Chivalry isnât dead, it seems. Sometimes his protectiveness is cute and appreciated, but over time, the way that he treats you as if you were made of glass becomes frustrating. You continue to beg, even taking the liberty of trying to bargain at one point before he finally caves in.Â
He huffs, shaking his head as he crosses his arms. âFine⊠but the second I see anything off, we stop. Okay?â He speaks directly, but the concern is evident in his tone. You just nod, beaming in your place. âGot it.â You hum, already getting excited.
So, without another moment to waste, Elec strides towards you. Your eyes land on his hand, which he holds out for you to take. You stare at it for a minute before he chuckles. âCâmon, donât tell me youâre backing out now.â While he holds himself with confidence, you can sense the uncertainty in his movements as he reaches for you.Â
Eventually, you decide to bite the bullet and take his hand.
Thereâs a thickness in the air as you both stand there. A low hum rings through the room and the occasional sparks pop from between your hands. You wince slightly, and although Elec attempts to pull away, you hold tighter. âStay. Please.â With that pleading look in your eyes, he canât say no to you. So, he remains in place, his other hand hovering over your back. You can feel the static flickering throughout your body, and the way he gently traces his finger along your armor.
Elec Man holds you as if you were a relic; reverently, and carefully. Thereâs an uncharacteristic silence from him as he cups your cheek, brushing it gently. You were a robot. A strong one at that, yet, you were still vulnerable to the dangers of the world. Himself included. It never deterred his respect for you, but it made him want to protect you all the same.Â
You donât really remember what led up to it. Yet, you can still remember the rush that coursed through your body the second you both leaned in for a kiss. Thereâs a small shock to your lips, but the fact that youâre finally this close to Elec is what keeps you in place. Your arms wrap around him, and he parrots your movements. He holds you in a tight embrace, relishing in the intimate moment. After a while, it becomes too intense for you to handle and you pull back. You canât help but smile at him, ignoring the way your fingers twitched from the electricity.Â
Elec Man could only stare at you with admiration, and it was enough for you to know how much he loved you.
