#Matt: Boxer

[bookburners]

Everybody is wrong actually

Neil: Bard

Andrew: Paladin

Kevin: Wizard

Renee: Monk

Aaron: Cleric

Matt: Fighter

Allison: Rouge

Dan: Paladin

Nicky: Bard

[sturnswiftie]

matt can't believe you've showed up to one of his fights... again.

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the last thing matt expected when he scanned the crowd was to see you again.

but there you are, standing in nearly the same spot from the first fight you’d attended, hands clasped together like you’re nervous—for him? his gaze drops briefly to the sweet little cardigan hanging loosely over your frame, the smooth skin of your chest that your cami leaves so beautifully exposed. you’re dressed softer than everyone else, sticking out like a sore thumb, and somehow you don’t seem to notice.

his gaze shifts to your face again, and when your eyes find his, he doesn’t miss the way they light up with excitement—with admiration. it makes him exhale sharply through his nose.

you’ve got to be fucking kidding.

he tears his gaze away, rolling out his shoulders while refocusing. you’re a distraction. he doesn’t have time for distractions.

the fight goes by fast—his opponent isn’t much of a challenge, and matt doesn’t care to drag it out. he fights efficiently, landing each hit with the same cold precision he always does, and when it’s over, he barely even glances at the crowd as he steps out of the ring.

still, he feels your eyes on him the entire time.

he doesn’t have to wonder how long it’ll take you to find him. he’s only just wiping the sweat off his face when you appear in the locker room, your nerves so palpable that he doesn’t have to turn to know you’re there, waiting. buzzing.

“hi.”

your voice is quiet, a little hesitant, but still tinged with that same too bright enthusiasm. he barely glances at you, instead dragging a towel down his face and tossing it into his open bag waiting on the bench.

“y’lost, kid?”

you blink, confused. “what?”

irritation ripples down matt’s spine, and he bites the inside of his cheek. it takes a split-second for him to gain control of his emotions before he’s lowering himself down onto the bench, the wood creaking with his weight. a sigh leaves his mouth like it isn’t worth explaining, but he does so anyway because he has a feeling you won’t get on without one.  

“didn’t think this was your thing.” his voice sounds like a deep hum as he busies himself with the task of unwrapping his hands, boredom reflecting in his dull eyes.

your hesitation is clear. matt can feel how uncomfortable you are, taking note of the way you tuck your hands into the sleeves of your cardigan from his peripheral. he might feel guilty if he wasn’t so fucking confused by you showing up here again.

after a moment of uncomfortable squirming, you finally produce a small, “i wanted to see you fight.”

he lets that sit for a second before huffing out a quiet laugh. “yeah? and?”

when he looks up, the last thing he expects is the way your pretty face brightens a little, like you’re relieved he isn’t immediately brushing you off. “you were amazing.”

he ignores the immediate urge to squint at you, instead a smirk quirking the corners of his mouth as he tilts his head. the way your eyes dart to his bare chest isn’t lost on him. “y’always get this excited watching guys beat each other up, or just me?”

your lips part slightly, caught off guard, and then—like clockwork—a flush creeps up your neck. “that’s not—i just meant you’re really good.”

matt hums, unimpressed. he grabs the towel from his bag again, turning it over once before dragging it over the back of his neck. “didn’t take you to be a fan of this kind of thing,” he snorts.

“i’m not,” you admit, shifting on your feet uncomfortably at the sarcasm in his tone. then, softer, “i just wanted to see you again.”

that makes him pause, one hand on the zipper of his bag. you watch as he turns his head, slow, a look on his face like you’d just said something real stupid.

he doesn’t say anything at first, blue eyes squinted slightly, incredulous. he looks like he’s trying to figure something out, and you’re not entirely sure that he succeeds before he’s finally standing from the bench looking almost perturbed.

“you make a habit of this?” he finally asks, the sight of his cold features momentarily disappearing when he pulls a white t-shirt over his head before he’s elaborating, “showin’ up for guys you don’t know?”

matt watches as your face flickers with something—confusion, maybe even a little embarrassment—but you don’t back down.

“i just... wanted to see you again.” your nose points towards the air a little bit, as if trying to show him you’re standing your ground, but he sees the way you falter with the repetition of your earlier sentiment. you’re embarrassed and intimidated. unsure of yourself. he’s been trained to see that kind of thing, just not in people like you.

he studies you for a second, something heavy settling in his stomach, then exhales sharply through his nose. “right.” his tone is flat, unreadable, and he watches in real time as you seem to curl in on yourself, somehow appearing even smaller than before.

the boxer turns without another word, pushing through the metal door and letting it fall shut behind him—ending the conversation. he only allows himself a split second to glance back just once, just long enough to see you still standing there with your hands curled into your sleeves like you aren’t sure what just happened, before his jaw is flexing and he’s turning away from you entirely.

as if on cue, camilla’s voice cuts through the moment, appearing by his side like a magnet. “took you long enough,” she teases, smirking softly. she hooks her arm through his, and when he doesn’t react, she leans into his side, the ring girl surprised at the way he lets her latch onto him, completely unaware that his mind is entirely elsewhere.

even as he leaves, he can still see you—standing there alone, too soft, too eager to watch him fight, and way too disappointed by his departure.

matt clicks his tongue, shaking his head.

what a weird girl.

©sturnswiftie

divider by; @issysh3ll

[deniable-masterpiece]

oh the crumbs we are fed with that arch and that ass

[mattsangelbaby]

𓂃 𐙚 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 . . . SENSITIVE!READER

𝜗𝜚 ┊ ⋆˚ 20. ‘clover’ but always called ‘clove’. biggest crybaby, but biggest heart. sweetest girl you’ll meet. sonny angels. empath. physical touch. confrontations always lead to tears. comfort stuffie is a unicorn. cat lover. obsessed with peach tea. hates to argue. knew chris was her soulmate the second she saw him. bunny slippers. attachment issues.

ᝰ.ᐟ˚⋆ paired w/ BOXER!CHRIS

— i do not own this au, if someone has done a similar idea let me know so i can give credit where it’s due. :)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ·˚ ༘ ꒱ she is me i am her. i am literally beyond excited for this au.. like beyond. please send in asks about them i would love to answer them all!!

[tracys-slumber-party]

oh my god i never posted these on here im so sorry

[luthienne]

no because you’re telling me that matt witnessed his best friend—his true north—be killed as a direct result of his past vigilantism and then one (time jump) year later he is just walking around like the sun hasn’t been extinguished from his sky

[joe-spookyy]

well it’s nothing a little The Boxer (from the 1970 simon and garfunkel album bridge over troubled water) can’t fix

[xoxbunni]

how boxer!matt and ringgirl!reader met

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the ring was filled with adrenaline. matt bouncing himself up and down as he swung another hit across his opponents job. this was his hobby punching the fuck out of people.

it was his escape. his opponent fell back at his hit angled to his jaw. the referee jumped over onto the ring calling it a round. the three minutes for the first round were over.

matt went to his corner of the ring grabbing a swing of his water. phones flashed around him. it was a busy day today in the underground boxing area. it smelled like sweat, food and lots of beer.

it was comforting to matt in a weird way, he couldn't quite catch on to why he felt that way. something caught his eye as he placed his water down and looked around the ring girl. everyone loved her 'what was her name again?' matt asked himself. she walked around in tiny shorts and a sports bra catching everyone's attention in sight. i mean look at her she was jaw dropping, gorgeous even.

the outfit she wore had the brand "CORONA" all around it. that was the point usually the ring girls promoted some brand on there clothing and that would get the 55 year old men to buy the product. businesses went booming at stuff like this especially when you had a real life doll promoting it.

she held a sign nice and high with the words "ROUND 2" above it. matt stares at her his eyes locked on her. every sway of her hips, every flick of her wrist pushing her hair from her face. he was intrigued. he wanted to know more. he wanted to know her.

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the next rounds ended quickly the referee holding both of their hands and announcing the obvious winner, matt. no one was shocked but they still cheered. matt had grown a name of himself in the industry.

the ring girl, who matt still hadn't remembered her name, was walking out of the ring. "wait up" matt said. her head turned to the sound of someone calling out to her.

"oh hi" she spoke her voice soft and sweet like honey. "you add an extra point for me?" matt joked. she smiled at his remark "oh definitely not, you don't need an extra point to win" she said looking up at him.

fuck. matt thought to himself. he played with the velcro on his boxing gloves. "what's your name sweetheart?" he asked needing to know. "y/n" she said. "y/n huh?" he repeated rolling the name off his tongue.

it rolled almost perfectly off his tongue, as if he was meant to say it over and over again. it felt right "it's pretty just like you, doll" he flirted shamelessly. a smirk crawling on his face. "thank you, matt. you are very good looking as well" she said smiling. she looked down at her phone checking the time

"well i have to go now, see you around matt" she said walking away

he loved the way his name sounded coming out her pretty mouth. "oh i'll definitely will be seeing lots of you" he said to her winking.

they both walked their separate ways but they knew this wasn't the last time they would speak.

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an: this is just a blurb. i will be posting blurbs for this au and later on there might be a series. im not sure yet. I'm planning on doing insta posts, texts, and blurbs just for now!

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©xoxbunni

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃

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[sturnsrecord]

what an absolute slut of a man

[yourcrumblingsaikiisnotmyproblem]

Being a writer means I can think about writing an aftg fic where the only major plot twist from canon is that they do ice skating instead of exy

[sturnswiftie]

boxer!matt isn't good at grand, romantic gestures but...

he does want to do something special for sunshine!reader on valentines day.

he wakes up early, which isn’t outside of his typical routine, and decides he isn’t wasting any time today. as soon as he’s done slipping into some sweatpants and a worn hoodie, he’s pressing a quiet kiss to the top of your head before heading out into the bite of the winter morning to pick up your favorite pastries that you always gush about but rarely ever get just because you don’t wake up early enough to actually go get them. he makes sure to leave them on the counter before heading for the gym, leaving you to wake up to the treat with a small note sitting on top of the box—figured these were better than chocolates for breakfast. happy valentine’s day.

but the real plan for the cash-grab holiday he usually loathes is what he has waiting for you once you return to his apartment for the night. matt makes sure to pick up takeout from your favorite restaurant since he hates crowded places, sets out some candles (begrudgingly, after you once mentioned how much you love “a little ambience” or whatever the hell that means), and put on one of those old, romantic comedies you’re always gushing about with those stupid, beautiful starry eyes of yours. he doesn’t get the appeal of romantic comedies or vintage films, but he likes watching you watch them. the way your eyes light up, the way you laugh at the corny dialogue—that’s worth it to him.

and of course, you love it. he’s pretty sure you’d love anything he did for you, but it still makes his chest feel warm and annoyingly fuzzy—or maybe that’s just because of the anxiety coursing through him at the thought of his next surprise.

he’s been holding onto it for weeks now with no real intention of ever showing it to you, of ever giving it to you. but with the holiday rolling around and this unfamiliar desire to do something really special for it, he’d caved.

you can tell matt is nervous when he hands the gift over, his lips pressed into a firm line almost as if he’s upset about the whole thing despite knowing he isn’t. still, it makes you feel a little guilty and apprehensive as you tilt your head to the side slightly and offer him a reassuring smile.

“matt, you know you don’t have to...” but the words die in your throat when you watch your boyfriend shake his head.

“nah, jus’... take it. and don’t make it a big deal, yeah?” he breathes out, but other than that, he doesn’t say much else.

you try to suppress a small, amused smile before nodding your head in agreement, your gaze shifting down to the small, beat-up notebook resting in your hands. you’re not sure what exactly to expect when you open it up, but almost immediately your heart starts pounding in your chest. inside, the notebook is filled with rough sketches and scribbled notes. it’s not neat or polished, but it’s him, and you hold it gingerly as you take in its contents.

matt watches you with anxiety coursing through his body. he knows exactly what’s in that notebook: you. there are sketches of you, some detailed, some just quick doodles of you laughing, sleeping, stretching in his hoodie. and then there are notes about things you’ve said—little moments that have made him smile, things you probably don’t even remember saying. and then finally, and probably what he’s most fearful of, are a few messy, unfinished poems. he’s not a poet and he’s well aware of that, but he thinks the intent of them comes across well enough. sometimes he just doesn’t know how else to put into words what you mean to him.

he watches as you flip through it in silence, eyes wide, fingers tracing the pages like they’re fragile. when you finally look up at him, he’s already avoiding eye contact, rubbing the back of his neck like he regrets giving it to you.

“jus’ figured you should know how i see you,” he mumbles just to break the silence if nothing else, his own heart pounding wildly in his chest.

when you finally speak, your voice wobbles. “matt... this is—”

“yeah, yeah, it’s dumb. y'don’t have to—” he starts to grumble, but to his surprise, you’re damn near tackling him. full-on, arms wrapped around his neck, knocking him back on the couch, tackles him. you’re kissing his face, his jaw, his lips, and laughing through teary eyes.

“you are the sweetest person alive, you absolute liar.”

matt groans, rolling his eyes while insisting on how fuckin’ dramatic you are, but his arms tighten around you anyway. and when you insist that this is the best valentines day you’ve ever had, that no one’s ever done something like this for you before, he just buries his face in your neck like he can hide the fact that you’re his favorite valentine too—and that maybe he could learn to like this holiday if more are spent with you.

©sturnswiftie

divider credit; @jiyascepter

[mattsangelbaby]

𓂃 𐙚 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 . . . BOXER!CHRIS

𝜗𝜚 ┊ ⋆˚ 22. cigarettes. tough exterior. soft for one person only, you. baggy sweats. has a strict routine every match. secretly a lover boy. wife beaters. keeps to himself. protective. opens up to certain people. words of affirmation. ‘baby’. inlove w/ clover from the start. deftones. boxing since 16. miscommunication. rough sex. forehead kisses.

ᝰ.ᐟ˚⋆ paired w/ SENSITIVE!READER

— i do not own this au, if someone has done a similar idea let me know so i can give credit where it’s due. :)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ·˚ ༘ ꒱ i am so so SO excited to be starting this au! this is definitely my favorite ideas i’ve come up with! please send in some asks about them and i’ll hopefully have some prompts for them soon :))

[hauntingsunshine14]

summer olympics 2028 in a universe with no exy we have:

star gymnast neil josten

heavyweight champion andrew minyard

tennis pro kevin day

rugby goddess allison reynolds

d pole laxer matt boyd

marathon swimmer renee walker

volleyball libero aaron minyard

hockey forward dan wilds

synchronized diver nicky hemmick

[twilight-deviant]

[Kingpin (2017) #1]

[xoxbunni]

𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴

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────୨ৎ───────୨ৎ──── 𝒃𝒐𝒙𝒆𝒓!𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕

underground boxer. 25. short temper. cars. bruises. mouth guards chosen by ringgirl! reader. black outfits. tattoos. weed. nighttime. rough sex. always at the gym. quiet. often♪ by the weeknd. eye contact.

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────୨ৎ────────୨ৎ──── 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

ring girl. reckless. 22. miss my bf final boss. hair always done. tiny outfits. the club. corona. boxer!matt's rewards are in her room. party girl. loud. marathon sex. streets♪ by doja cat. loud. dgaf. confident. nice.

first to come up with au idea (that i saw): @sturnswiftie

©xoxbunni

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃

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[clarkkantagain]

jake wilson, matt rogers and zane phillips