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The first is;

I don’t think he really ever would considering he lives in a small town that acts as his own personal playground of sorts. Despite his extracurricular activities and ‘extroverted’ personality I think he keeps would keep most of his acquaintances at arms length. Coyle doesn’t exactly do friends and most of his ‘friendships’ are one sided on the part of the other person.

He places himself on a throne overlooking the mindlessness of his subjects. He’s smarter than he looks and sounds and he uses it to his full advantage. He doesn’t view other people who aren’t himself upon first meeting as people who are sentient.

He’d never really get to know if someone was as fucked up as he is because he wouldn’t care to consider it. Therefore most realistically what would happen is that he’d meet the person, assume that they aren’t complex or capable of any higher thought, give them the ‘oklahomas most beloved friendly mans-man cop’ mask, and then be on his way.

The second pertains to the ‘handle him’ aspect;

Because handling someone like Coyle is kind of split into the ‘emotional blackmail, manipulation, and extortion’ category and the ‘physically he will kill you’ category..

it depends on the person he’s talking to how he’ll react. Coyle is a man of many disgusting biases. You can knock a lot of interactions off the table, simply because if he spoke to any sort of minority about any of that shit in his head he’d probably just immediately try to kill them afterwards. American psycho alleyway homeless man scene style.

‘Can’t have plum filthy witnesses roamin’ the streets plantin’ commie fuck ideas in good people’s heads. No, sir. The law does not abide by what some [appropriate slur]’s thoughts is about what men like me do in the dark of night.’ Would probably be his justification. Even if the person could physically overwhelm Coyle on his own, he’d find a way to get them dead or ruin their livelihood, especially since they’re a minority.

He’d also internally blame it on them that he spilled his beans. I can imagine this happens relatively often between his wives because Coyle is a pressure cooker and sometimes he just says shit just to see people scared. Essentially; it doesn’t matter if they can handle the emotional tax, it doesn’t matter if they can physically overwhelm him, at the end of the day they will be dead by his hand. Simply just because they know too much and aren’t the kind of people Coyle considers worth keeping around.

Then it gets broken down again into gender, if they aren’t a minority. It’s important to note that women, specifically for this purpose white women are included in the above paragraph, because they are also minorities who experience Coyle’s discrimination based on whatever mannerisms they have that Coyle doesn’t like. This is roughly the late 1940s we’re talking about.

Coyle has a soft spot for pretty women (shocker), if anyone were to get that close to him it would be them. He’d butter her biscuit nice and good to keep her around his orbit or him around hers. He’d be more charming, lure her in, make her feel special. Play the part of a romantic. Probably marry her lol if we were to be canon accurate.

But when it got to the point where the pressure was built and he was ready to blow his secrets all over her, innuendo intended. He would relish the fear and the pity, cause it’s what he craves, what he’s used to. For her to actually handle it, take it in stride and be non reactive. He’d feel restless, not cause he might be caught but because he’s not sure what to do next. He stuck his fingers through the cage and she did not bite. He’d probably try to get scarier and more physically intimidating.

If she turned out to not react to that either he’d get flustered, call her a bout of misogynistic slurs and try to push her away. Coyle would be hopelessly attracted if she stuck around, though. Because no matter how hard he pushes she doesn’t leave and she stays his. Coyle would dote on her, in his own arms reach ‘I decide when you get my affections’ kind of way. And he’d see her as a one way outlet where he gets to say and do what he wants to her and have no repercussions.

He might subconsciously start treating her and thinking of her more like a man because she’s suddenly worth respect… maybe. He’s still confused about it. He’d have to be reminded to be careful but he won’t be for long. He wouldn’t be sunshine and rainbows either. He’s still the same he just has someone who can handle daily death threats and abuse. ‘Don’t you go on and get ideas about telling anyone, though, sweetness. The minute I sense that- and I will sense that- you is ‘unloyal’.. as it were, one way or another… you’re gone. I’ll make it so. Don’t you cry now honey, that’s just the way it’s gotta be!’

As for a man, it would be more difficult for him to get to that stage because Coyle only really ‘connects’ with people via pain or pleasure… or both. So, most likely it would occur after some kind of fight. A fight he’d probably have to lose otherwise the man would be dead or near so.

He’d become obsessed with the other man just purely because of his anger. Coyle’d find a way to seamlessly work his way into the guy’s friendships and affairs just to spite him. He’d get close to the man for the sole purpose of a rematch. He’s a competitive soul, he doesn’t like losing.

He’d figure out how to get him isolated more and more. Get him alone and dependent. Get him ready for the rematch. What he wouldn’t expect is that the other man would see it begin and then not let it happen. What he wouldn’t expect is that this other man isn’t at his every whim like people usually are. He’d get frustrated.

He’d begin to drop more and more violent hints, itching for a fight or something he can’t quite name. When he finally gets his rematch he’d been waiting for, and when he gets knocked flat on his ass again.

That’s when he’d spill his guts. ‘I’ve killed men bigger’n you for less, sweetheart. You’ve got not the faintest goddamn idea who the hell you’re messin’ with. I killed men in Okinawa, I killed men who damn so much as looked at me funny’ and he’d go on and on about it with a hoarse cracking voice and blood in his teeth. It would look like a tantrum, Coyle would expect the man to get more aggressive and the last thing he’d want is a stalemate but that’s exactly what happens. Cause now he’s just being pitiful and he knows it.

He’d be obsessed to the point of delusion with exerting control. He’d start fabricating lies and trying to ruin the other man’s life. He’d stop at nothing. Nothing. To mend the sense of hurt pride his gaping wound of insecurity can’t handle. He wouldn’t rest until that man is his - under his thumb that is. Or dead. He won’t bellyache about which he gets. From an outside perspective it would look like he’s just a lost dog nipping at the heels of a man who he won’t quit following around.

If the power dynamic ever did shift that would be the end of the man who crossed him, though. And Coyle would find great pleasure in his suffering. He’s not gay tho. Obviously.

And the last answer has to do with someone who is as shitty as himself;

Sorry to say but I think the only demographic who could be fucked up in a similar way to Coyle and his Coylisms is another bigoted white man. This isn’t to say that woman can’t be fucked up at all, I mean we have Liliya and Gooseberry as prime assets for a reason. I love my evil girls (I have art of them in wip). But Coyle’s specific brand of assorted awful is so tied to his white man-ness that it would be very difficult to try and project that onto a woman who would have most certainly grown up in different conditions.

My PA oc Kitrina was originally a fem Coyle au but she became her own thing because she was too different from what she started out as.

All that to say I’m gonna take this as the ‘what if Coyle met someone who was exactly like him’ kind of sentiment. And meeting someone who is exactly like him would entail that they are a white, bigoted, dubiously closeted bisexual man.

With that aside out of the way, I think Coyle wouldn’t be the one to spill first. He’d hear of someone new in town and he’d go and have a look, see for himself. His first impressions would probably be that the man is a washed up pitiful little war vet. He wouldn’t immediately recognize him as a source of danger.

He’d get in the man’s social circle, of course. Just to keep an eye on the newcomer. He doesn’t trust newbies. The very moment he might catch a whiff of something more going on he would be on his tail like white on rice. Real Dexter Morgan / James Doakes shit.

Like how Coyle reacted to Perry following him, the new guy in town would not take kindly to being followed. Coyle would apologize and play the part of the friendly sergeant. But he wouldn’t stop what he was doing. Eventually they’d probably end up in a physical altercation. For my purposes I’d like to imagine Coyle winning this one. Just cause it ultimately doesn’t really matter who wins it.

The guy would probably get off on being beat up; and could would probably get off from beating him up. That kind of ‘intimacy’ for either of them would send them both into a tizzy. It would become a regular thing they do in the shadows. Taking frustrations out on eachother. Eventually the pillow talk would turn to what it usually turns into. Though, I think the man would be the first to share it. He’d confess to his crimes but instead of an arrest..

Coyle would feel similarly caught. He wouldn’t say anything about his own. He’d just stare at him for a long moment and go eerily quiet. He’d feel what it was like to be in his wife’s shoes. He’d feel a rush of he doesn’t know what. Adrenaline? Maybe. He says he won’t tell anyone about the man’s shit stinking. He also advises him that a confession like that could get him put away for a long, long, time. Coyle has to maintain the position of dominance even if this man just might be worth respecting.

Things would not end well ultimately, though. Because Coyle would inevitably open up about his own shit and then they’d both feel like they have a liability on their hands. Things would get too heated, Coyle would feel the discomfort under his skin. Neither man expected to get as close as they did to the other.