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AU: He's A Boxer

Austin: "Great. Now hold your fists up like this" Austin instructed and took your wrists in his hands, placing your gloved hands infront of your face. He took a step backwards and moved his right feet infront of his left one, putting his arms in the same position as yours. "Now, this is your defence. It protects you from getting hit in the face" Austin told and took a swing, hitting your boxing gloves lightly. "And if you want to throw a punch, you move your hands like this" Austin said and lead the way, before you copied his movements and punched his boxing gloves, repeating it all over again. And again. And again. "This was actually pretty fun" you laughed as Austin helped you to take off the boxing gloves. "I'm glad you liked it" he smiled, pecking your lips, "And I have to admit you did pretty good for your first boxing lesson." You slightly punched him in the chest and kissed his cheek, thanking him. "I feel strong now. I feel like I could beat the shit out of you, y'know" you chuckled as Austin smirked down at you, pinching your chin. Suddenly Austin took a step forward and put his hands on your waist, pushing you into the wall behind you. "Mhm, I don't think so" he growled as he trailed his nose down your neck to your shoulder, where he left a kiss, "But that doesn't matter. As long as you can protect yourself from some stranger."

Alex: "Do you really have to do this?" you sighed and moved some of Alex's clothes from the locker room floor into his gym back. "Yeah, I do. You know this is my job, babe" he answered, turning to look at you as his coach helped him to put on his boxing gloves. "I'll leave you alone with this" his coach spoke and walked to the door, "Be out in 5, Alex." You flopped onto the bench and burried your face in your hands as Alex took a seat beside you. "I know this is your job, Alex. But this time it's different. This guy out there beats his rivals to a pulp" you worried out loud, looking back up at him. "And I just don't want that happen to you." Alex took on of your hands in his' and pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, placing his hand over your already intertwined ones. "Look baby, I know you're scared. I'd be too, if it was you out there instead of me. But I know I can do this. I've got you. You're my lucky charm and with you beside me I can't lose." You smiled at his comforting words and his magic made you to be not so worried about him anymore. You lovingly kissed his lips and stood up, walking out to where his coach was already waiting. Alex leaned and finally pecked your temple, murmuring, "Besides, I don't mind to swallow some punches. As long as you're there to kiss it better after."

Zach: Boxing isn't actually a girls sport, but you were just really into it and loved to watch boxing games on tv and even live. Whenever there was an interesting match near your home, you bought tickets. Just like the one time you went to see the most entertaining and breathtaking match of your lifetime. Zach Dorsey vs. Wladimir Klitschko - Two of the best boxers you've ever seen. But it was kind of strange when you walked into the girls restroom to find a man's back facing you. As the man turned around you were surprised to see the winner, Zachary, of the match you watched just minutes earlier smiling down at you. Confused, you double-checked the sign to see if you were in the right restroom, but it said 'Women' and then Zach spoke up "You're in the right place, promise. I'm the weird one here." You nodded in understanding, still a bit starstruck, while Zach turned back around to dry his hands. "I just figured that there is none.. or only a few women here, so I don't have to wait to use the toilet or talk to fans and give autographs" he chuckled and made his way over to you, reaching out his hand, "I'm Zach, by the way." You shook his hand and told him your name, before he walked to the door, holding it open. "Well, I better leave, so you can.. um.. you know." You giggled and nodded in agreement, as he said, "But maybe, if you'd like, I could wait outside and when you're finished.. here... we could get a coffee.. perhaps?"

Robert: As soon as Robert beat his rival to the ground and stepped out of the boxing ring your eyes widened and you jumped out of your seat. "Rob, your eye" you gasped as you went over to him, inspecting the black eye that was forming. "It's not that bad" he shrugged and grabbed a towel from a chair beside you two, wiping off the sweat on his face. "But it sure as hell looks bad" you told him as you took a hold of his water bottle, unscrewing the lid. Snatching the towel from Robert, you dipped a corner into the cold water and stepped a little closer to dap it around his eye. He flinched in pain and squinched his eyes shut, trying to suppress a groan by clenching his teeth. "Not that bad, huh?" you teased and kissed his cheek before tilting your head a bit to have a better view on the purple bruise. "Actually" Robert spoke and took your wrist in his hand, pulling it away from his eye, "I didn't mean it that way. I could have defended myself easily, but then I wouldn't have been able to throw that stroke in his stomach and he would have won the match. So I let him punch me this black eye." Mouth slightly agape you blinked up at him, a mumbled 'Idiot' leaving your mouth. Robert chuckled and pulled you closer by your waist, pecking your temple. "Besides, I knew you'd be here to kiss it better after and take care of me."

Drew: You didn't have much freetime due your busy work schedule. But when you had some time for yourself you spent it either reading a nice book or going to the gym to improve your boxing skills. You loved going there. And not just because it helped you with the stress, but because of this handsome and hot-looking boxer who was exercising there sometimes. You were lucky enough that he showed up the other day when you were working on the punchbag, while he went to made some warm-ups by skipping a rope. Once in a while you looked over at him just to catch him staring at you. He would only smile before facing the ground while you just hoped that the sweat that was trickling down your body wasn't nasty but made you look as hot as it was on him. After a final punch to the bag, you stepped backwards and bended over, resting your hands on your knees to catch your breath. When your breathing was steady enough you raised yourself and made your way to the changing rooms, when suddenly someone called after you. "Wait!" You turned around and saw the hot guy jogging towards you, your mobile phone in his hand. "You forgot this" he panted as he came to stop infront of you and handed you the phone. "Thank you" you smiled at him, proceeding your walk to the changing rooms, when he called after you again. "Hey, hold on! That wasn't free! You have to make it up to me now!"