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l00kingatthem00n · 3 months ago

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Me when another phighting x reader blog drops

Anyways can I please request hm

Coil x reader. Reader has a crush on coil, but doesn't want to ask him out, so has him train them instead. Yknow so they can get strong enough to ask coil out

Okay thank youu

━━ HAD TO LET YOU KNOW THAT I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU.

WARNING: canon-typical violence [more like friendly sparring than anything] - let me know if there's anything else i should tag!

You'd say your strategy to win Coil's favour was impressive: Training with him. And sure, confessing becomes difficult when you forget how close you'll be to him, but you'll get there when you get there. You just didn't expect that to be, like, right now, when Steampunk is making fun of you for not using that "Blackrock's genius," to confess. It's really ironic.

YOUR LUNGS CATCH PAINFULLY IN YOUR CHEST, a sharp and pained squeak rising out. You stumble backwards, trying to regain your balance after being met with the harsh impact of Coil’s fist. Swords above, you’re not even sure if he’s withholding his strength right now. This is supposedly him “holding back” his usual force, but he just punched you with the weight of a block of titanium. And maybe the reason why you’re practically keeling over at an assumably weak hit is because you’ve been cooped up in a laboratory for most of your days, but you’d like to think you have some grit with your gear and all.

That line of thinking quickly becomes nothing. Of course, you’re too immersed in your thoughts and not attentive to the training you’re voluntarily participating in. Coil is nothing more than an indistinct blur of colour in your eyes, simply flashes of orange and red. Hastily, sloppily, you try to react to his barrages but you’re still ways away from being able to go against him properly. For the most part, you either take his hits or poorly block them. Eventually, you weave out of the way from another of his punches and immediately try to retaliate. You curl your fingers into a fist and lunge forward to punch. But, to your chagrin, you completely miss Coil. Even you can’t miss the stifled snort from him as he doesn’t even try to step aside. He simply tilts his head. It’s only worse as you hear his cocky but honeyed words ring through your ears.

“Was that all you got? Aw, that’s cute.”

He makes quick work of you. You only see the whirr of warm colours across your eyes. Before you know it, you’re slammed against the padded cushions beneath you. A series of groans and curses are pulled from your lips at the stinging pain that pricks down your spine. Then, you feel a pressure around the sides of your head. Reflexively, your hands go to pry at whatever limb or limbs are keeping you pressed onto the mats. And from your bleary peripherals, you can make out a familiar print of baggy jeans.

Oh my Gods, this bastard’s got your head in a leg-lock— Wait.

Oh my Gods, this bastard’s got your head in a leg-lock.

You pray that the warmth that scorches your cheeks can be assumed as anything but embarrassment. Maybe, it’s the overhead lights blaring and colouring your skin strangely. Or maybe it’s the byproduct of being asphyxiated by him- Not that you’d mind that being how you pass out for the sundown. You don't have a chance to further entertain your probable fate, Coil’s grip tightens around your head.

“You sure you can handle all this, ‘ey?”

Holy shit. The even smoother drawl of his voice causes you to still for a moment. And of course, because he sees this as nothing other than a friendly fight, Coil takes the opportunity to tighten his legs around your head further. Your throat feels more and more constricted. Your vision gets hazy and hazier. Your brain feels like it’s desperate to burst out of its skull. You can not believe he gets paid to be beaten up sometimes, let alone have this be a fun pastime. For as much as you consequently improving your physical prowess by training with him, this sure is a lot.

“Hrghk- I can-!” You try to assert yourself, but under his unrelenting and unyielding pressure, your voice comes out less than confident. Instead, it comes out weak and strangled.

Okay, yeah; You probably should really start to worry about prying yourself out of there. Your hands desperately yank at his thighs, trying to get out of his vice-like grip. As expected, your struggle is ultimately useless when you’re against him of all inphernals. Still, you’re desperate to loosen his hold on you in any way but you swear it's only getting tighter. The strangulation makes you lose all cohesive thought, anything practiced in your training all gone. You do know that you do want to win. Though you’re not sure if it’s because you want to impress him or save your pride, maybe a bit of both.

What idea you have is absolutely deranged and daft. But, it seems your intrinsic need to prove yourself capable to the someone you have a more than normal liking to is messing even more with your less-than-cohesive brain. Look, whatever happens, happens. And if what is going to happen is that you’re going to inform yourself how his pants taste, then so be it. You open your mouth and bare sharp fangs. In your scuffle, you try to push his leg closer to your mouth so you can sink your teeth into the fabric and flesh. You’re not exactly sure how this could work in your favour. For all you know, you’d just be biting Coil for the sake of biting him. You'd also risk looking undeniably ridiculous if this doesn't tactically go well. Whatever, maybe the sheer surprise of it will give you an advantage over him.

His leg is within reach of your jaws and as you go to finally strike—

“Er, I’m not interrupting anything too important here, right?”

A familiar voice disrupts the scrap between the two of you.

The pressure around your head instantaneously loosens. Slowly but surely, all your senses come back to as they were; You can feel like you can breathe, your vision isn’t as blurry and your head feels less light. Maybe, you should inform Coil that he needs to withhold even more of his strength for your training. But, right now, you try to play nonchalant to the asphyxiation symptoms you experienced dissipating. Nevertheless, near the door of the locker rooms, a familiar inphernal with cogwheel-like horns stands crossed-armed.

“Steampunk, hey! What are you doing here?” Coil inquiries with a smile, releasing you from his hold as he props himself up to stand on the training mats.

The said inphernal strides over to you. Ever so kindly, she lightly nudges your side with her foot and you roll over a bit. You're still scrawled across the floor, recovering from the intense match.

She shrugs to Coil before snickering, “Hoping to get my free vending machine snack- They owe me. You didn’t actually kill them, did you?”

“I’m fine!” You click your tongue as you try to haul yourself from the floor. “Thanks for your gracious concern!’

Coil chuckles at the sight, “Oh, you so were fine! That was some awesome work today, dude.”

He leans down on his knees and offers a hand. Briefly, you glance at Steampunk who can only give you an expression of knowingness and disappointment. You clear your throat. To try and not look too desperate, you momentarily stare at his bandaged hand before intertwining it with yours. His hand is warm, a little roughened and calloused from the type of work he gets up, but it’s so nice to hold. You play the simple gesture off as nothing. The arrhythmic beating of your heart at his hand in yours, the trembling of your clammy hands, the weak knees you suddenly have, they’re all consequential of the adrenaline rush from your fight and nothing else. Yep.

Seems only one individual in this room can see right past you, and you hear the softest groan part from her lips as she slings an arm around you now that you’re standing. Without any warning, she drags you over to the locker rooms as she waves with her other hand to Coil. You’re nearly suffocating– Again, may you add –against her muscular arm as she heaves you away from him.

“We’ll see you in a few, Hellhound,” She tells him, “I’m trying to get my snack right now.”

“Taking away my new favourite sparring partner, Steam?” Coil scoffs. “Ain’t ‘cha cold?”

Steampunk snorts, “Oh, please. Be my guest and pick them up whenever you need.”

It’s almost like a sixth sense of hers with the way she notices you momentarily stop struggling against her. And she’s embarrassingly right, for all sorts of excitable thoughts prosper in your head at the idea of being his favourite. You? You’re his favourite? You’re his favourite sparring partner? Despite being lugged behind her unwillingly, you can feel Steampunk roll her eyes at you as she brings the two of you through the locker room door. You know you’re probably going to get a long talk from her about your laughable displays, but you’ll savour this for now.

STEAMPUNK TAKES THE CRUMPLED BILL FROM YOUR POCKET. She examines its currency and nods, mainly to herself, that it’s the right amount you owe her. The two of you stand in silence before the vending machine. The fluorescent light coming from it is oppressive against the dark hues of the evening. You watch her shove the bill into the machine before it spits it out before her. Your friend groans as she smoothens any folds within the money, rubbing it back and forth along the edge of the machine. As she does, she glances at you and chuckles.

She merely hums at your conundrum, gesturing to your mouth, “What was that all about, by the way? Don’t tell me you were really going to bite him, ‘ey?”

“I mean, I know you like him.”

You nudge her side, frantically looking around to hope this illustrious “him” doesn’t abruptly waltz towards you.

You hastily whisper, “Hey! Don’t say that!”

“What?”

“Don’t say that about him.”

“Ugh, seriously? I was just going to say I didn’t think you’d go to having mouth-to-mouth action so early,” Steampunk pauses.

She corrects herself, “Er, more like mouth-to-skin action.”

You nudge her in the side again. It’s somewhat firmer this time, but Steampunk is a mass of muscle that again doesn’t budge beneath your strength. She huffs, not at your weak hit, but at the bill being spat out once more. She mutters something about your lack of organization and order, going back to flattening it.

“You know, you’re the worst right? You’re sabotaging me when he could show up any time!”

Steampunk rolls her eyes at you, “You’re a genius, use your genius brain to save yourself from me accidentally tattling on you.”

“I can’t exactly lie to him, Steam!” You exclaim, putting your hands in the air, “I’d feel so awful. And he’s just so, ugh- Intuitive? Either way, if I lie, he'll figure it out. I'd rather withhold the truth."

"I'd also hate doing it to him, okay!”

“Wow.”

“Wow, what?!”

The vending machine finally accepts the crumbled bill. You’re left hanging as Steampunk briefly scans over the catalogue of snacks before inputting the code of a bag of chips into the number pad. Then, she looks at you and gives you a knowing smirk.

“Wow. I just can’t believe you were Blackrock’s poster child,” Steampunk begins. “You were their little visionary before you came here. And now that you are, you're proving your worth by putting Playground scraps into inventions that mimic Blackrock.”

“Oh, but here you are, yeah?” She taps your forehead lightly, “You can’t translate that genius brain into being able to properly confess to some damn inphernal.”

You go slack-jawed at her comment, “He’s not just some inphernal!”

“Right, sorry, you can’t confess to the infamous ‘Hellhound.’” Steampunk scoffs, “This whole friendly training scheme of yours would be smart if you actually used your brain.”

“It is pretty smart!” You defend.

Despite the scorch on your cheeks, you find yourself loudly trying to explain the workings of your supposedly brilliant plan.

“Look, I already need to improve my skills whenever I participate in Phights! It just so happens that he is the perfect choice for my training– I mean, other than you of course.”

“It’s like two birds and one stone, okay? I get to hone in on my skills and I get to do it with Coil. So, what?!”

“You’re sure enjoying both.”

You raise your brow, “What’s that supposed to mean.”

Steampunk can’t help but roll her eyes for a third time. And in an embarrassing display, she mimics your situation from moments before. She places her hands on her neck and she mimics your fight with him. More exaggerated than you’d prefer because at some point she starts to make the most awful mix of slurping and kissing noises. You let out an embarrassed scoff as you go to your knees, picking out her bag of chips from the vending machine. You shove it in front of her face and Steampunk cackles at your attempts to hide yourself.

“Look, the physicality is all part of the plan!” You cry with an even more flushed face.

“I’m pretty sure the physicality would have let him keep you in that leg-lock until you died before I intervened,” Steampunk teases as she leans against the machine. She rips open the bag of chips and starts eating before you. "You're never going to confess at this rate."

“Ugh! I will confess eventually.”

“Eventually,” Steampunk echoes with a mouthful of food. “I just don’t see the point. You’re going to spend an hour with him to tip-toe around your feelings and enjoy what you can about being so close to Coil.”

“If it were me, I would’ve confessed like five sessions into your…What? Ten sessions.”

You roll your eyes at Steampunk, “You wouldn’t get it! You don’t have a crush on him! You’re just saying that because you sometimes beat him in and you’re not worried about him!”

“Okay then, enlighten me.”

You huff and cross your arms, “Gladly!”

All that confidence in your explanation dies as Steampunk wholeheartedly seems interested in what you have to say. You sputter awkwardly as you rub the nape of your neck, shifting your weight from one heel to the other. Steampunk arches a brow at you expectantly, and so you spill your guts.

“I just-” You sigh, averting your friend’s gaze.

“I just can’t let him know I have a crush on him like this, okay?”

“It’s so embarrassing that someone like me likes someone like him. Steampunk, half my life I’ve been stuck in laboratories with a gear that I struggle to use.”

“Is it a crime that I want to be ‘good’ in his eyes to get him to like me? I just feel so useless on those Phights, he’s saved me half the time. I just wanna pay it back, somehow, someway, you know? He’s amazing and–”

You narrow your eyes at Steampunk. You didn’t exactly worry about her expectant looks in the beginning, assuming she was already listening to you tell her the contents of your heart. But, now, you’re a little perplexed at the widening of her eyes and the tense pursing of her lips. Not even that, she seems to be looking past you and you’re a little hurt that she doesn’t even seem to be paying attention to you. And so, you follow to where her gaze leads.

“Okay, Steam, what are you–” Oh my gods.

Coil leisurely stands behind you; A smug smile curls across his lips. From the alarming volume of your voice to the gradual tension in Steampunk’s expression, it’s only logical to deduce that he had heard most if not all of your ramble about your liking to him. Now, you’re not sure whether to find the most efficient way to concuss Steampunk or to manage the horror of revealing your affections to him unintentionally.

You swallow thickly and before you can even attempt to use Steampunk as your crutch, “Well, would you look at that I didn’t realize my wrestling match would be starting so early. I should get ready.”

“Gotta scram, have fun, bye,” Steampunk hastily takes her leave as she weaves past you and Coil in long strides. You are going to kill her. Somehow.

You’re left trying to screw your jaw shut from screaming at her for leaving, only giving a curt wave to her as she goes.

“So,” Coil drawls, watching Steampunk before his gaze is fully drawn to you, “About what you said…”

Words die on the tip of your tongue. If you even had an impression that he was unaware of your interest in him, then that comment alone disproves any hopes of salvaging your situation. Meanwhile, Coil seems absolutely thrilled to have you be nothing more than putty within the palms of his hands. He’s only looking at you charmingly, that smile on his lips, nodding along to the sputtering and stammering of yours while you’re trying to defend yourself. Your voice only becomes more and more faint beneath his gaze.

“I- Well, just, uhm, I didn’t-” You scratch the nape of your neck. “You’re really amazing, and I only wanted to-”

Coil takes your hand. He’s gentle, tender and almost reverent as he squeezes it to still your ramblings. The gesture in itself is enough to bring you to complete silence. You’ve never seen him gaze at you with such a softness. It’s unlike his usual demeanour, where he’s so prideful and headstrong. Typically, he looks at you like you're a worthy adversary. The thought is nice in itself that he sees you as an equal, but this is something else entirely. Right now, he looks at you so kindly and so adoringly. It almost feels like this is someone else before you. Unexpectedly, he brings your knuckles to his lips and chastely kisses the skin. You can’t help but purse your lips together out of anxiety, too scared to say or do anything– Too scared to even breathe.

“Okay, take a breath, yeah?” Coil laughs quietly, “I never said anything bad to ya’ sweetheart.”

"I think you're pretty amazing too. More than you say I am."

Then, he lets go of your hand. Coil tilts his head to the side. He’s looking at you as if you’ve been hanging the stars for the nearing eventide, even as you’re scrambling to explain yourself. Nevertheless, it’s a reverence so unfathomable to you. The weight of his gaze is almost unbearable, and so you tilt your head to the side, but he’s quick to refrain you from looking away. He clicks his tongue softly. Before you know it, he’s holding your cheek to have you look at him once more. When your eyes are back on his, it falls back to his side and you find yourself painfully missing the warmth. It’s a little funny, seeing how he’s so much shorter than you. But, there’s no denying it. It’s really sweet of him.

“You said ya’ like me, right?” He scratches his nose, leaning closely to you. “I’ve got a secret too.”

His forehead is almost pressed against yours. You can faintly feel the texture of his horns on your skin. It feels like you're about to pass out again. Except, this time you don't need limbs choking you, the proximity is what has your heart racing and your head dizzy. Coil’s expression is serious for a moment before he looks at you excitedly. He whispers his confession as if he were gossiping to someone else.

“I like ya’ too.”

AUTHOR'S NOTE: please listen to "crush on you" by lil' kim. this let me power through this entire request and make it roughly 3,000 words LOL. anyway, hello !!! coil fic!!! @starryessence2

sorry for taking so long!! i did just come back from vacation and i've been busy with applying for post-secondary. and also i've been setting up my audition tape for a voice acting gig heheeh 😈 hope you guys have been doing fine though, please take care :)

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