#coach!reader

either bro utterly gets his ass handed to him due to that being a major distraction OR he wins by a landslide. and then maybe asks for a "good job" kiss afterwards. thats probably the real trophy in his eyes

many thoughts, all of them about him...

~ rusty

You told Boxer!Stone "good luck" before a match and that man won in a landslide. All he could think about is that you gave him good luck, thus he had to win now. He had to be good, for you.

He was barely paying much attention in the match, simply letting his need to win for you overtake him. It was the fastest he has ever knocked out his opponent, it being over in a blink of an eye. He was subtly panting as he heard the referee declaring the match over after waiting to see if Stone's opponent got up and he didn't.

The screams and cheers of the audience was almost demeaning, but he could only see you. Everyone else be damned, they didn't matter when you stepped in the ring to congratulate him. He could barely feel the weight of his hard-earned trophy settling in his hands.

You were so close to him now, he could smell the cologne you put on to counteract the lingering smell of your last-minute, pre-match training session you had done with him hours before his match. Stone's thoughts were about how he could easily lean forward and downwards, press his lips against yours.

It took him a few seconds to register that was exactly what he had done, to register the feel of his lips against yours. The screams and cheers of the audience turned louder as you two kissed, but he couldn't hear it. You encompassed him, mind, body and soul.

The kiss was hungry, full of adrenaline and serotonin. You kissed back with the same amount of hunger, damned the way the media would write about this kiss between the popular boxer and his coach. All you could think about was that Stone was finally showing you emotion, and he was pouring it all into the kiss.

Eventually, you two had to break the kiss for air, a quick glance at the referee telling you that he was awkwardly standing in the ring the entire time you two kissed. You managed to make yourself presentable, leading a dazed-looking Stone towards the locker room. For sake of remaining as proper as you could be after that kiss, you didn't go into the locker room with him.

You glanced at the way cameras were all aimed at you, clearly having a field day with the amount of material you gave them with the kiss. You sighed.

Yeah, the fallout was going to be a bitch.

AN: Could also be read as one of her characters, I guess. Seeing as this is kind of an au imagine. Warning: Kind of alludes to a little sum sum at the end. I guess?

Imagine... Alycia crushing on you, her tennis instructor, and doing everything in her power to get your attention.

Was flipping her hair and sensually sipping from the water fountain, a little excessive? Yes. Did she care? Nope. Not one bit.

Because as shameful and obnoxious as she felt, in her attempts to grab your attention, her feelings for you were much stronger. The overwhelming flutters she felt deep in her stomach, at your first meeting having culminated in endless attempts to woo you. At first, her advances were small but at the knowing glint in your eyes, she upped her game.

Tennis far from her mind.

Yes, and we are going to be combining this ask with this one:

boxer!stone finding out about coach!reader's past he knew that his coach was a really well known boxer a few years ago, even before stone started, he just didn't know why his coach stopped, since reader always shrugged and laughed it off how would stone react if he found out that reader got forcefully taken out of all rings because he's gay? some pics of him got leaked where he was seen with some random guys and the media got pissed. cause how could a man like reader like other guys??????

Stone walked over to your office, knocked on the door, and didn't even wait for a reply before entering. He saw you sitting at your desk, frowning at him as he entered.

He normally would've apologized for barging in, but instead he made his way over to your desk and threw down the news articles he printed out about your "scandal" all those years ago onto said desk. "Is this why you told me you don't like me back?" he asked, seething internally for you and for the situation you had been put in.

You pursed your lips and nodded, unable to deny it. "Look, I can't risk losing my star boxer and more importantly, I couldn't live with myself if your career ended because of me," you replied, standing up from your desk. You walked closer to him. "You deserve better than how I was treated and I can't... I can't take you down with me just because I like you, Stone."

"It's Vikram to you," he interjected, full of rage that was in no way directed to you. "And I don't care about the so-called scandal or what the media thinks of me."

"You say that now, Vikram, but you'll change your mind." Your tongue burned with his real name and you found yourself liking the way it sounded coming from you. "You told me once that boxing was a way for you to adjust to civilian life, that you replaced it with the military because you were looking for a purpose. Vikram, your boxing career is your entire life."

Stone stepped closer to you, leaning down and forward until his nose brushed against yours. "I don't care about my career," he murmured, his voice softer and full of love. "As long you'll still have me if I lose my career and never see the inside of a ring again, I will always choose you. You over my career, my fans, even over me."

"Tell me you'd chose me too, please." His brown eyes searched your eyes, searching for the love he knew you had to have for him. He couldn't have been so wrong about you. "I could be without reputation and fame, as long as I have you. Tell me I have you."

You were silent for a while before you cracked. You couldn't deny that he made your heart race, that the kiss you two shared all those weeks ago plagued your mind and dreams. You loved him, you didn't know when you fell in love with him, but you loved him.

"I choose you, you have me," you said after a while of silence. Your hands reached upwards, cupping his scarred cheeks. "I love you, Vikram."

Stone felt a weight lifting off his shoulder, relief flooding through his body. He leaned in more and kissed you, making sparks go off in his body. He had completely melted into you, you holding him up by just holding onto him.

Eventually, you two had to pull away for air and you smirked. "Come on, you have a big match coming up. We have to train," you said, letting your hands fall from his face. Your smirk widened. "You're going to be a good boy for me and train, aren't you?"

Stone nodded so fast you were concerned he had gotten whiplash from it. "Yes, I will. Promise," he replied, eagerly waddling like a penguin out of the office.

You chuckled at the sight of him and followed him out of the office to help him train for the upcoming match. You didn't regret your decision to be with him, not anymore.

boxer!stone having a match against a guy that's known for cheating in matches.

they fight for a while until the guy pulls an ilegal move on stone, bodyguards jump on field to stop the fight but of course that reader is so fucking pissed.

so he storms onto the ring and basically knocks the guy out with his bare fists, then, when he's pulled back by the bodyguards, the first thing he does is rush to stone and make sure his man his best boxer is alright

"I'm fine," Stone says, his voice cold as always as you check to make sure that illegal move his opponent used on him. His large hand settled on your arm, calming you down. "He only bruised me, the pain will pass."

You were seething, but Stone was so calm. You didn't know how he was so calm, you knew he too hated cheaters as much as you did. He was the best boxer you had and that caused many of his opponent to do whatever they could to get him on his back, but this opponent.... He had sent a blow to Stone's kidneys, an illegal move since it was below the belt.

Yet, Stone seemed fine. Which made you breathe a sigh a relief.

"That fucker," you growled, turning back to face the boxer who was being dragged out by the bodyguards. You wanted to punch the guy again.

And Stone knew it.

He shook his head, grabbing your wrist to stop you from stepping towards the opponent. "Don't. Your knuckles are already split open and bleeding from punching him earlier. Let's go back to the locker room so I can go tend to those bleeding knuckles," he said, his cold voice almost soft like he was trying to hide that he cared about you.

You snorted at the thought of him, a six-foot-eight scarred man, patching you up, but then you remembered he was a Corpsman before being a boxer. He knew what he was doing, so you nodded and let him take you out of the ring and to the locker room

You should've been the one to tend to him, but you knew he wouldn't accept that. Stone was not one to let someone take care of him and while you hoped to change his mind about that, you knew it wasn't going to happen today.

So you sat on one of the benches in the locker room while Stone grabbed the first aid kit. It was silent as he worked, cleaning up the blood and disinfecting the open wounds.

"You won't have to get stitches, thankfully," he murmured, his eyebrows furrowed like the thought of you needing to get stitches done pained him.

But surely that was your imagination.

After disinfecting your wounds, he wrapped your knuckles in gauze and bandages. You two didn't exchange any words after that because the fans were calling out to see Stone, scared that he was actually injured since they saw him go into the locker room with you. You led him back outside into the arena, the arena erupting into cheers.

He won that match by default since his opponent was disqualified, but still no one could deny he was going to be the clear winner of the match regardless.

Stone stood there and you were certain he was relishing in the sounds of his fans cheering, which made you push down your jealousy. He deserved the attention, you told yourself, even when you want to whisk away to somewhere private and keep him all to yourself.

And yet, as he made his way to receive the trophy signifying he won the match, all he could think about was that he wished it was a match well-earned, so he could see you smile at him proudly like you've done before.

Stone glanced at you quickly before looking away, reminding himself that you probably didn't want him. He was scarred and damaged, so he might as well focus on the fans since you were so out of his league.

or a silly idea: what if the aus merge. like. sure, stone retires, takes up boxing but ends up getting so popular hes offered an acting gig hfgkhfg something something bro ends up getting a biography movie and now theres another reason to kiss coach!reader

idk im in a silly mood, these probably make no sense hfdfdshg

~ rusty

Actor!Stone turning out be former Boxer!Stone is so juicy. A variation of Actor!Stone, if you will. One that's married to Coach!Reader.

Stone having to act as himself in a biography movie and he refuses to have anyone play you in the movie, except for you, of course. He knows the infamous kissing in the ring after a match will pop up in the movie and he'll be damned if he kisses anyone but you.

I like this idea, simply because I like the thought of Stone becoming a boxer after he retires from the military.

Boxer!Stone is one your most promising boxers, a beast in the ring. Even after years of being worn down in the military, he still has the ability to beat even the more experienced boxers. He's still named "Stone", simply because why give him a new nickname when he has one already?

He's a popular boxer because of his skill, and the fact that his old battle scars make the audience swoon at his ruggedness. You think he secretly relishes the way the fans swarm him for attention, but really Stone just looks out for your proud smile on your face when he wins matches.

It started out as a way to blow off steam and then a way to make money now that he was retired, but then somewhere along the way Stone desperately wanted you and to make you proud. He never missed a training session, was at your boxing gym at all hours just to practice. You got him hooked onto the smile you'd give him after he won matches.

So yeah, Stone may let the fans swarm him and try to seduce him, but his eyes crave to sweep over your figure. His legs twitch to walk over to you. He just wants to pour everything he has into you, but he doesn't know if you want him too.