Swimmer!Luke getting ready to dive into the water for the
first time at the Olympics. About ten minutes ago, he joined the rest of the Australian
swimming team and his coach in a talk right before each of them had to jump
into the pool.
This being said, Luke hasn’t seen his lovely girlfriend in
about three hours and it’s dragging him on. He tried to stare into the crowd
and see your eyes piercing back at him, however there was just too many people
sitting in the stands.
He knows you’re out there watching him and that’s enough to
get him moving. “Five minutes till we dive Hemmo,” Ashton, his teammate, notes
knocking Luke out of his imagination.
“Alright, thanks man.” Luke responds, taking a deep break
and grabbing his cap and goggles. Walking out to the open stadium was
thrilling. The screams became louder and the fans went crazy. It was all so new
to Luke and from that moment he wanted to stand there forever, soaking in the
All moments have to end, Luke drags his feet to in front of
his corresponding number; his nerves start to kick in and the butterflies begin
to flutter inside his stomach.
I can do this, take
one home for Australia. Luke can almost hear your voice in the back of his mind
reciting all the positive words you spoke to him prior to his departure. Oh,
how he wishes he could run to you and have you whisper soothing words into his
Taking his time, Luke removes his jacket and pants leaving
him almost naked to the world in his black and blue competitive swim wear. Your
voice rings inside his mind once again.
You look like a shark Luke, sharks take what they want.
You want the gold.
From the stands Y/N stare at her boyfriend of two years. She
couldn’t believe he made it to this point. Of course she never doubted him, she’s
so proud of him and how far he’s come.
“You can do it Luke, I believe in you.” Y/N whispers to
herself, watching her boyfriend’s broad body as he strips of his jacket.
Luke’s blue eyes stare into the water, almost identical to
the color of the pool. He’s once again interrupted by a loud beep signaling him
to stand on his numbered platform, 5.
This was the moment Luke’s been training for, basically his
whole life. The open water almost taunts him, calling out to Luke to dive in
already. The other countries’ swimmers stand on their platforms, the United
States and Brazil almost squishing Luke on either side of him. Scanning both of
them, Luke’s nerves come back.
How was he supposed to beat Michael Phelps and João de Lucca
at their own game?
Another beep makes Luke’s body automatically go into
position, about .5 seconds until he gets to feel the water go through his
hands. He stares out into the deep pool, imagining him at the front of the herd
He can do this.
Y/N stands in place biting on her fingernails, she’s
probably more nervous than Luke at this moment. She knows he can do this, just
needs a little more confidence. She can’t stop her mouth from moving.
“Go Luke! I believe in you!” Y/N’s voice breaks the silence
in the room. She made her presence known and Luke definitely heard her voice
vibrate through the arena.
Luke did hear her, although he didn’t get a chance to
respond before the announcer’s voice boomed through saying the word Luke was not looking forward to.
His body naturally falls forward into the water just like
the millions of times he’s done it at practice. His arms glide through the
water propelling himself forward, just nanoseconds before the American to his
right. However, Luke doesn’t focus on him. He pays attention to how his body
moves and his arms slicing through the waves created by the other swimmers.
Luke makes it to the other side, quickly turns and kicks off
the wall with as much force he can put into his long legs. His mind flashes
blank; the only images coming into mind is her girlfriend and the ring he
placed snug in his Australian swimming jacket just on a few feet away on the
Luke feels his body react and the adrenaline pumps with his
blood. He knows the Brazilian and American swimmers are right on his tail.
Squeezing his body for the last ounce of energy he kicks his legs harder and
swings his arms out. Out of the corner of his eye he sees the crowd and quickly
sees his platform.
The end is in his sight, just a little more.
Luke continues to power his arms and legs. About 2 seconds
later his fingertips brush a wall and Luke’s eyes bulge quickly under his
goggles before he slams his palm onto the wall, keeping his place in the scoreboard.
Lifting his head out of the water, Luke clearly hears all
the scream and shouts echoing through the arena. To his right the American, Michael,
takes off his goggles and turns to Luke.
“Good job kid,” He smiles at Luke. What was he talking
“Hemmings, look at the score board.” Phelps voice announces.
Luke turns to the direction of the enormous scoreboard. He
sucks in a breath and stares at it, hoping his eyes will focus and stop playing
tricks on him.
1st Luke Hemmings, Australia – 46.62
All the air escapes Luke’s lungs
and he slams his fist down on the water smiling and laughing. He won his first
medal, and it was gold! Luke, like the nice guy he is, turns to the other
swimmers beside him, shaking their hands and accepting the congrats they give
Luke feels on top of the world.
Ashton reaches his hand down to
Luke’s level and pulls him up, “Luke, you got the gold!” His teammates voice
cracking to let out some giggles and smiles. He pulls him in for a hug,
obviously not caring Luke is soaking wet.
A high pitched voice calls out to
Luke, steadily increasing until another body jumps and wraps around his torso.
Luke just barely catching himself to prevent them from jumping into the water.
“Luke, I’m so proud of you. I knew
you could do it-“ Y/N doesn’t finish her praise because Luke pushes his wet
lips onto her dry ones. Luke slowly places Y/N onto her own two feet, backing
out of the kiss and looking her in the eyes.
Luke smiles at her and wraps his
arm around Y/N’s shoulders, just grabbing his jacket before they’re both
stopped by an interviewer.
“Luke, how does it feel to win
your first Olympic medal and it being gold?” The lady smiles and points her
microphone towards Luke.
“Well, it feels great. I just
turned 20 and I would never believe 5 years ago I’d win my first gold Olympic
medal at this age. The other swimmers were just as fast and gave me some
competition.” He responds, his accent coming out a bit stronger than usual
“And Y/N, you’re American; how did
you pick between cheering on Australia or America?” The interviewer laughs,
giving the microphone to Y/N.
“I must admit, it was kind of
tough to decide, but here I am.” Y/N snuggles further into Luke’s lean frame,
him smiling down at her.
“M’am, if I may.” Luke reaches for
the microphone and grabs it out of the lady’s hand.
“Y/N, this is kind of an unusual
place to do what I’m about to do, however it can’t wait.” Luke digs around in
his jacket pocket and pulls out a black velvet box.
“Don’t worry, I’m not proposing
YET.” Luke slowly opens the box to reveal a silver shining band. A promise
“I want to be with you, I know I want
you to be mine. And I want to see you at every and any swimming event I go to.
Whether it be the Olympics or something so small as swimming in the pool with
my little cousins. Will you accept this ring and promise to be with me and see what the future has in store with us?”
Needless to say, Luke and Y/N both
walking out with shining jewelry equally matching their vibrant smiles.
Golden Penny never cease to amaze! Yesterday, in an unforgettable race, the 16-year-old Torontonian tied with United States’s Simone Manuel -the first Black woman to win an individual gold medal in swimming- when they both dead-heated in
52.70 seconds in the 100m freestyle before Sweden’s Sarah
Sjöström. Australia’s Campbell sisters were, with world champion Bronte and world record holder Cate, the favourites of the race finished fourth and sixth respectively.
Both Oleksiak and Manuel were adorably shocked by their wonderful performance, and Penny immediately swam to her co-gold medallist and they fell into each other’s arms. Just beautiful and moving, like O Canada finally playing in Rio.
Fandometrics In Depth: International Multi Sport Event Edition
For the last three weeks, a certain International Multi Sport Event has captured global attention. Starting with Tonga’s Pita Taufatofua’s spectacular, well-oiled entrance in the opening ceremonies and closing with Simone Biles posing for a selfie with literally everyone—here’s what it all looked like on Tumblr.
From August 3rd to August 21st, 2016, #Rio related tags were added to 8.1 million reblogs across Tumblr. And those same tags were searched almost 3 million times.
Let’s start by sport.
Even though soccer represented the most original posts tagged with sport names — 21% of all sports-related posts—gymnastics dominated the overall conversation, thanks to the #gymternet. Within the sports category, gymnastics represented:
41% of all searches
38% of all reblogs, and
37% of all likes
Now let’s look at athletes.
Of the hundreds of athletes competing at the International Multi Sport Event, 50 truly captured your hearts. They represented 13 different countries in 11 different sports and won a total of 66 awards made of different metals. 61% of those awards were the shiniest, and meant they were number one in the entire world. Good job!
American swimmer Michael Phelps was at the top of the heap. Of the 50 top athletes on Tumblr, he got:
13% of all searches
14% of all original posts
His success might have had something to do with his newest six medals or upcoming return to retirement, but if we’re honest, they were probably about his face.
Interestingly, gymnast Simone Biles earned the most likes and reblogs, with 14% and 15% of notes in the athletes category respectively—only slightly less impressive than five medals and a kiss from Zac Efron.