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✦ SWORD

✦ Probably doesn't even realize at first, just takes it as you being especially affectionate ✦ Feels pretty silly when he does realize, very cooperative

✦ SKATEBOARD

✦ "Heyyy at least I get to keep you closer longer, right?" ✦ Tries to highlight the positives so you don't stress out, would help untangle though

✦ KATANA

✦ Very calm, very gentle about untangling & making sure this can be avoided in the future ✦ Offers to cozy up under a blanket with some tea with you afterwards

✦ BAN HAMMER

✦ Definitely teases you about it even though the same would absolutely happen with him if he got too eager ✦ Might just use this as an opportunity to pick you up without actually grabbing you, depends on the day

✦ ROCKET

✦ He's a little irritated, though he does his best to stay calm about it ✦ Still wants to be affectionate

✦ SLINGSHOT

✦ If he has it on hand, you're getting a dollop of frosting right on the nose [endearingly, of course] ✦ Probably getting a kiss too [most certainly if there's no available frosting]

✦ SHURIKEN

✦ He might just try to hold you there for a moment, just to savor the closeness and really let it sink in that its real ✦ Cooperative and gentle about untangling but he get tangled again on purpose just to be close with you

✦ SCYTHE

✦ Likely glaring at you through the brim of her hat. She's got a reputation to uphold! If nobody's around though she's a lot more lighthearted about it and might even instruct you on how to fix it ✦ A pat on the shoulder and a reminder to be careful, the tone of how it's spoken depending on the amount of inphernals around to see that happen [from vaguely threatening to endearing]

✦ MEDKIT

✦ He's rather embarrassed, though remains as calm as he can about it until you're untangled ✦ "Be more careful next time." & a kiss on the forehead or cheek

✦ BOOMBOX

✦ Might crack a joke to keep the mood light, even treat the untangling process as a sort of rhythm to follow ✦ You'll likely get wrapped up in a dance before you know it

✦ SUBSPACE

✦ Definitely tried a forceful tug and quickly learned it was a bad idea ✦ You got stuck with taking care of his whiny ass due to the subsequent pain of said tug. He still throws a fit about it but at he least lets you dote on him if met with a few glares

✦ VINE STAFF

✦ Gentle about the untangling process, though she'll likely encourage and/or offer to resume the affections shortly after with more caution ✦ Pays a lot more attention to your horns afterwards, often paying them, and yourself, compliment and praise

✦ COIL

from then on, he tried to serenade you by playing your favorite songs on his boombox. don’t ask him how he knows your favorite songs. as time went on, you slowly learned to appreciate him and his attempts to woo you, even if they weren’t the most conventional attempts. but hey, they worked.

every time during a phight, if the two of you were on opposite teams, he would avoid you completely. would not mention it or acknowledge it. would pretend to not know what you were talking about if asked. if the two of you were on the same team, he prioritizes you with his shields. maybe a bit too much. he has been yelled at a few times by other teammates after some matches for not shielding them.

takes you out on many dates. insists on paying every single time, then complains about how he never has any bux. gets defensive whenever you point that out to him, claiming “someone as pretty as you should never have to pay!”

not really big on giving kisses. will give you quick pecks from time to time, but prefers to lay his head on your lap while listening to you talk about your day or snuggling with you in bed. your voice is the best kind of music to him.

not a good chef. he can microwave a frozen meal or make a sandwich just fine, but do not let his ass near a stove. nearly started a fire once while trying to treat you to dinner, and you have never let him forget it.

very very very cuddly. say goodbye to sleeping by yourself once you guys start living together. he will cling to you in bed like a koala. also a heavy sleeper. might snore a bit.

loves spending time with you. it doesn’t matter what the two of you are doing. as long as its with you, then he’s happy. it could be watching tv, doing chores, running errands, and he’ll be holding your hand happy as a clam the entire time.

if you’re taller than him, you like to make fun of him a little bit. you’ll ask him to grab you something that is just slightly out of his reach. he will roll his eyes and sarcastically grumble “very funny,” when he sees you holding back a giggle. if you’re shorter than him, he revels in it. he was already the shortest phighter before you came in. now that its someone else’s burden to carry, he allows himself to be a little mean with you.

felt like he was going to explode when you first said i love you. he might’ve. that was the best day of his life. you peppered his face in kisses afterwards and he might as well have ascended. he loves you so much. he might just have trouble saying it. he can definitely show it, though.

insists you are the “guest of honor” at every single one of his parties. no matter the occasion. sometimes there is no occasion. but if anyone ever asks, he will happily babble about the guest of honor and how lovely and perfect you are. it gets much worse when theres alcohol involved. he will talk about you for hours if he could.

a very sweet, although a bit inexperienced partner. he means well, and wants nothing but the best for you. and he is going to do his damn best to show that. he has never loved anyone this much his entire life.

went with boombox here, feel free to request again when requests open for coil headcanons!

your eyes move past him for a moment, watching the activity of all the people inside boombox’s house. everyone’s laughing and smiling with a drink in hand. once your eyes move back to boombox however, you finally notice the state he’s truly in.

his eyes are lidded, face painted with blotches of red and pink with a lopsided grin on his lips. he isn’t even standing up straight, his entire body weight leaned against the doorframe beside him. you sputter at his state. “were you drinking already? didn’t you text me just like, an hour ago?”

despite your reprimand, theres a tinge of concern hidden within. boombox only giggles at you, much to your annoyance.

“psh, nah! i only had like, what, two drinks? i think?” he laughs, body leaning further onto the doorframe. “whatever, but i’m fiiine! come on in! i was waiting for you!” he grabs your arm rather tightly and pulls you inside a bit too giddily. you raise your eyebrows in concern, before quietly following boombox into the lively party.

its loud and bright, you instinctively squint your eyes in an attempt to adjust to the sudden change of environment. you already feel your head thumping painfully as you huff. boombox is either too drunk to pay your displeasure any mind or simply does not notice. he brings the two of you to a couch in a slightly more secluded area of the party and he dramatically plops himself down, dragging you with him.

you adjust your position on the couch, dusting off your pants before you glance at boombox. his eyes are unfocused, staring forward at whatever he found interesting on the wall in front of him. you sigh, resting your head back on the cushiony fabric of the sofa. you close your eyes, momentarily listening to all the sounds of the party in the next rooms. the music, laughing, movement, horny couples, one thing on top of another.

your eyes shoot open when you feel boombox’s head against your arm. you look down to see him leaning against you with an unreadable expression on his face. his face is still flushed, and you assume its from the drinks he had prior.

“boombox?” you ask, concerned. “you alright? you’re not feeling sick, are you?”

he only hums in response, closing his eyes. you don’t let up. “hey, boombox?” you shake him lightly.

“mmfgghh… i’m fineee…” he grumbles, pushing your hand away and not budging from where his head is resting on your arm. “just… let me sit here for a second.”

silence overtakes the both of you for a moment.

“you’re warm…” he mutters quietly, breaking the silence. you almost miss it. you decide not to acknowledge it, opting to sitting quietly and allowing boombox to rest on your arm. you figured he was feeling sick and was just too stubborn to admit it. as long as he doesn’t puke all over you then you don’t mind.

“thank you… for coming, by the way…” he whispers, his entire body weight leaning onto you. “i didn’t think you’d actually come… so thanks.”

you raise your eyebrow, watching as he nearly makes himself comfortable in your lap. though you make no effort to move or push him away.

“i’m really happy you’re here. i was getting bored without you here…”

“were you now?” you hum, half amused and half confused. you allow him to continue.

“mhm… i like being around you. i really like you… you’re so soft and warm, and you really care a lot about me… i like it a lot.”

your eyes widen at his declaration, face tinged a bit red and heart thumping wildly. no, this is wrong. he’s drunk. yeah, you’ve been crushing on him for a bit, but you feel shame for feeling giddy about his confession. you try to convince yourself that it’s just the alcohol in him doing the talking, but your train of thought is brought to a halt when you feel a firm pressure against your thigh. you wince, hoping its not what you think it is. but it is. you’re unsure if you should mention it at all or hope he didn’t notice your observation.

before you can say anything else, you feel him lean upwards. his lips brush against your collarbone and you instinctively jump. “you’re so pretty… i like you a lot.” he plants his lips on your exposed neck, placing tiny and drunk kisses along your skin. he hums in satisfaction against your soft skin, chapped lips curling into a smile. your face is flushed a deep red as he nuzzles into your neck, his hands trailing a bit too low for your liking. your brain and heart are having a conflict right now.

ultimately, you clear your throat a bit loudly. “right. boombox, you’re drunk. i don’t think this is something that should be happening when you’re not all here with me right now.” you utter, catching his wandering hands and lightly pushing his head away from yourself. he whines, latching onto you even tighter.

“nooo… but you’re so comfyy…” you can feel the hardness between his legs press against you further and you sigh.

“boombox, come on. you’re drunk. we can talk about this when you sober up, yeah? how does that sound?” you stand up much to his dismay, pulling him up to his feet by his hand. he frowns, though he ultimately nods in defeat as you lead him out of the party and to your car. its peacefully quiet, much better than the sounds of the party. you open the passenger door for him and beckon him inside. he only stands there and stares at you for a moment.

“…you coming?”

he stares at you blankly for a moment before snapping out of it. “…yeah, yeah. yeah. just… you’re really hot… like a model.”

you’re unable to fight the growing blush on your cheeks. you huff a sigh, eyebrows furrowing. “lets get you home.”

his eyebrows furrow in return. “…can we fuck tonight?”

“just get in the car.”

didnt really turn out as good as i hoped it would, i really hope this is still okay!! the ending is more of a joke than suggestive but :,)