we were all of five rows away from them i was hyperventilating

Golds and Diamonds (Oikawa x Reader) (Olympics!AU)

Team: Seijoh

Character: Oikawa Tooru

Notes: Inspired by China’s silver medalist diver, He Zi. It was so cute, I just had to make a fic about it!

C/N: Country Name

Originally posted by shintar0

Y/N opened her eyes just as her head was submerged underwater.

No matter what pool she trained in, she would always be fascinated by the way the light was filtered under the water. It was calming, and it almost distracted her from what was happening at the moment.


She took a deep breath as she broke the surface, pushing away the strands of hair that stuck to her face. The crowd was cheering, and Y/N’s heart swelled with pride. She offered a big smile to the spectators before climbing out of the pool, eagerly watching the replay on the screen.

It was easy to forget that Y/N L/N was representing C/N for the Olympics. At age 23, she was one of the youngest to compete in the diving event, and as such, everyone had set ridiculously high expectations for her.

She would have cracked under the pressure, if not for a certain someone who was going through the same thing.

Oikawa Tooru, age 24, was one of Japan’s Olympic volleyball players. Unlike Y/N, it wasn’t his first time at the Olympics; in fact, this was the second time he was competing for Japan. His killer serve, as well as his ability to draw out the entirety of his teammates’ skills no matter what team he was on as a setter, were only two of the things that brought him onto the international stage.

Oikawa and Y/N had attended the same university in the United States, and developed a common means of communication through English. They’d started dating since then, despite the various competitions that both of them had to compete in.

They lasted through graduation, and up until today. All in all, they’d been together for five years.

All Y/N could think about was making those five years worthwhile and bring a medal home for Oikawa, knowing very well he’d bring her a trophy.

Y/N watched the replay of her, right as she had jumped off the diving board. She had made a couple of quick somersaults before cutting cleanly into the water. It was a neat and clean dive, a result of Y/N’s endless training.

But she started to panic. What if the judges wanted something flashier? Was the dive too boring for them? I knew I should have done another somersault before hitting the water, I had time to execute it. Or would I have flopped?

Her thoughts were interrupted by her coaches ushering her into the locker room.

“You were amazing!” Coach Danica shouted. “That was one of the best dives today! And this is the finals, Y/N - I think you have a chance to earn the gold!”

“What?” Y/N stammered, stunned by her normally critical coach screaming praises into her ear. “C-come on, Coach, it wasn’t anything special…”

“But it was clean, and you didn’t break any rules,” the coach said, shaking her back and forth. “Well done, Y/N. Very well done!”

Y/N broke into a huge smile, touched by her coach’s support.

“Thanks, Coach,” she said. “Let’s hope I do win.”


Y/N’s heart crawled into her throat as soon as they announced the third place winner.

On camera, she looked calm and composed. But, good God, she felt like she was about to throw up.

I want this medal, she thought. But was I enough? Did I do everything I could to earn it?

They announced the silver medalist. Y/N’s spirits began to settle, and the familiar feeling of dread began to wash over her.

Ah, Y/N thought. Well, I’m not going to be the gold medalist. I guess there’s always next year…

First place, with 358.25 points…”

She bit her lip, trying not to cry. Sorry, Tooru…

“Y/N L/N, from C/N!”

At the mention of her name, Y/N’s jaw dropped, almost comically. All she could do was look around in amazement and mutter “what” a dozen times over as she approached the block.

Tears sprang to her eyes as the judges placed the gold medal around her neck, and the smile that spread across her face as they posed for a picture was genuine and true.

“Y/N L/N,” the announcer said. “23 years old, from C/N. She has made history by being the first athlete to earn a gold medal on their first Olympic experience.”

The announcer’s words were drowned out by the sudden cheers that erupted around the stadium. Y/N looked around in confusion, wondering what on earth was going on.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer said. “It looks like we have a very special guest this afternoon!”

Y/N stood on her toes to look around. When her eyes landed on a familiar mop of brown hair, her heart stopped, and a surge of adrenaline coursed through her veins as if she was back on the diving board again.

“Japan’s elite volleyball player, who just recently won a game against Brazil and snatched the MVP award for the second time in a row, Oikawa Tooru!”

The stadium burst into applause as Oikawa came in view. Y/N could understand why he was a big deal; his good looks and accomplishments had girls drooling at his feet. It could be seen by the way he walked over to Y/N: his confidence stance and huge smile - a smile that was only for her.

As soon as he approached Y/N, she threw her arms around him. His arms wrapped around her figure, ignoring the fact that she was still slightly damp from her shower, and hugged her with enough force to lift her off her feet. The crowd went wild, flashing out their phones and cameras to capture the moment.

“Congratulations!” Y/N said, pressing her lips to Oikawa’s ear. “MVP again?”

“I wanted to bring an award to you,” Oikawa replied. “You were on my mind the whole game, Y/N; you’re the only award I’ll ever need.”

Y/N giggled, pulling away to show off her new medal. “Look!”

Oikawa grinned. “That’s amazing! A gold medal on your first Olympic match…you’ve made history!”

“It was for you, too,” Y/N said, smiling. “Thank you for standing by me.”

Oikawa flashed her a crooked smile. “No, thank you. You’ve kept me going all these years. You encouraged me to train, and train, and train, even though the coach gave difficult workouts and I couldn’t escape Iwa-chan’s nagging. You’ve supported my career, and you made our relationship work even though we spent most of our time competing in other places. Distance was never a hindrance for us - for you - and in those five years that we’ve been together, I now fully understand what you are to me. What I want you to be.”

If Y/N was anxious about winning the event, she was full on hyperventilating now as Oikawa got down on one knee, his hands never leaving hers. The crowd was in a frenzy now, screaming and clapping their hands. Through her tears, Y/N could see that the cameras had focused on the action, streaming it live through the screens that surrounded the stadium.

Y/N had never liked her face whenever she cried. But she couldn’t pull her hands away to cover her face, not when they were being held tight by Oikawa.

“Y/N L/N,” Oikawa began. His tone was still sweet and kind, but had an air of seriousness about him. The way he looked at her was like the way he watched the ball in the air - he was completely focused and serious about what he was about to do. But his eyes held so much love and adoration that Y/N almost shied away. There was no way that one person could care so much for another.

But Oikawa did. He didn’t need to say anything to tell Y/N just how much she meant to him, and the reality of it all sent a fresh batch of tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Y/N L/N,” he repeated. “I’ve been with you five years, and I want more. I never want to spend those years apart from you. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you, and that love is all yours. All I ask of you is…”

Oikawa pulled away from Y/N, only to dig around in his sports jacket. He later pulled out a velvet blue box, much to the delight of the spectators.

His hands were trembling as he opened it, revealing a bright diamond ring sitting in plush, white cushions. It looked like it cost more than both of their life’s worth combined, and Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat.

“Y/N,” Oikawa said. His bottom lip trembled, and Y/N had to bite her own to keep her from sobbing. “I love you so much. Would you do me the extraordinary honor of marrying me and becoming my wife?”

As soon as the tears streamed down Oikawa’s face, Y/N threw herself into his arms, sobbing. When she was done, she pulled his face to hers and kissed him, repeatedly and passionately.

“Yes,” she said. “Yes, I will marry you. A thousand times, yes.”

The crowd was on its feet, cheering wildly as Oikawa slipped the ring onto Y/N’s finger, then standing up and pulling her in for a kiss.

Yes, Oikawa thought, as he hugged Y/N tightly. You are worth more than any medals or awards combined.

anonymous asked:

If your taking requests, can you please do a Comedic Izuocha fic where Izuku gets put on a U.A dating game and Ochako competes because she wants to "help Deku out of this situation" but it's actually due to jealousy/competitiveness 😅😂

Note: THANKS FOR THE REQUEST! This one was interesting to write…I had to delete a lot of the parts I initially wrote because it got wayyyy too long. Anyways, I torally forgot it was supposed to be a UA dating game tho…just made it into a TV dating game. Perhaps I will write the UA dating one another time. Hope you enjoy this anyway!

Rated: T// Izuocha //

In which Deku was forced to be on a Dating TV show

               Why was he in this situation again? Oh right, Bakugou wanted to prank him so he put his name on the show’s ‘Next Bachelor’ contest. And who would have predicted that Deku’s name was drawn.

He turned around, dragging his heels as he did so and scanned the arena. The place was breathtaking! With the sparkling lights and the dazzling décor, this was truly an amazing set-up. This is going to be on national TV after all, he thought. The audience was cheering wildly as the host entered the stage, and he felt foolish being there by himself. The ‘candidates’ were to enter after the host does his introduction, and Deku was instructed to position himself like a statue. He donned an idiotic grin, and his eyes suddenly went wide. Is he imagining things or are most of his classmates in the front row?

“He looks super shocked, dude,” Tokoyami whispered to the person beside him, which happened to be Todoroki, “Midoriya had no idea we were coming.”

Todoroki nodded and turned around. There behind his seat, was Bakugou holding his stomach and curling up, laughing non-stop. The five girls sat right between Bakugou and Kaminari, while Mineta was squished between Todoroki and Kirishima in the front.

“Now,” the host yelled, lifting up his left arm to gesture to the side of the stage, “Here comes our lovely ladies!” Everyone screamed and cheered, some even waved their handmade signs.

Deku gulped. His hands were sweating and he felt like those stage lights were giving him a heatstroke. He smiled weakly as the girls entered one by one while the host gave a brief introduction to each. All that information went in one ear and exited the next. Deku had no idea what the hell was going on.

“And last by not least,” the host said while drum rolls were heard, “we have Uraraka Ochako! She is a lovely lady studying at UA right now-“

Deku felt as if his heart was going to jump right out of his ribcage. Uraraka?! What the f-

“Why the hell is Uraraka there?” Bakugou and Kirishima cried out at the same time, the latter looking as if his eyes were going to fall out of their sockets. 

“She said she wanted to help him out,” Jirou grunted, “Stupid if you asked me but hell with it, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.” 

Uraraka walked out in a floral dress and waved to the crowd. She wasn’t used to the heels that she lent from Hagakure so her movement was a little laggy. At one point she even seemed like she was going to twist her ankle.

“So any ideas on whom you’ll choose, Midoriya Izuku?” The host cried out, snapping him out of his reverie, “For the next 45 minutes, you have to eliminate all the candidates down to one! Round one, based on the introductions, you have to choose 3 finalists!”

Deku and Uraraka stared at each other nervously. He swallowed hard. He doesn’t even remember who’s who! He scanned at all 5 of the contestants and started to pull on his tie out of anxiety. Oh god, he can’t breathe. 

“Uh,” he muttered and pulled his hands behind him, trying extra hard to relax, “Okay….” Everyone focused on him.

“I’ll choose her, and…uh her, and Uraraka,” he answered in hurry. Honestly he just chose the first two because they were closest to him on the stage. And Uraraka’s well…Uraraka. The arena abruptly bustled with joyous applause.

“And what are your reasons?” The host looked at him and then at the audience, “It’s strange that you remember Uraraka’s name….OH WAIT” he did a dramatic pause, “Is she perhaps your classmate?!” People started to gasp.

“Yes actually…”

A flush of excitement filled the atmosphere.


For the next thirty minutes, Deku was forced to play stupid ‘games’ with the three candidates. One was choosing them based on their talents and the second girl did a catwalk in a bikini. As if that’s a talent, Uraraka smirked, but glared at Deku when his face started to get red from the performance.  When it was her turn, Uraraka came on stage with a pink tutu and did an impressive ballet dance which shook the crowd, prompting everyone to do a standing ovation.

“Uraraka can dance?” Hagakure questioned in a surprised tone, “Can she be my girlfriend?” Yaoyorozu chuckled while Mineta drooled at that comment.

               “Now,” the host said while briefly fixing his floral corsage, “It’s the last round! Uraraka and Tanaka must do a Midoriya-themed trivia face off!”

               The host guided the two girls in their chairs. Tanaka, dressed in a beautiful black dress, strutted over to her spot and Uraraka knew then she was trying to show off her curves. Tanaka sent Deku a flirty wink and Uraraka squinted at her. What a devil.

               “First question, what is the nickname of Midoriya’s best friend with the explosion quirk?”

               Bakugou choked, “WHAT?!”

               “It’s Bakubaku?” Tanaka looked puzzled and Uraraka scoffed.

               “Too easy,” Yaoyorozu could see Uraraka’s shit-eating grin from a mile away, “It’s Kacchan.”


               Everyone burst out in laughter, and Bakugou punched his seat so hard, a slight explosion came out of his palm.

The next 10 minutes were crazy, however. Both of the two girls’ scores were so close, and Uraraka was seriously surprised. Did Tanaka stalk him or something? How does she know so much about him?

“Okay wow, girls,” The host wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, “Alright this one is the lightning round. You two have a choice of making this ALL OR NOTHING or DOUBLE POINTS. Which will you choose?”


“ITS ON! ALL OR NOTHING!!!!” Uraraka screamed out, the fire in her eyes bursting fervently. Uraraka looked like she was hyperventilating and Tanaka shrugged.

“Alright, all or nothing then.”

“OKAY, last question…what brand of notebook does he use for his hero research?”

Deku saw Uraraka’s expression turn into a devious smug.

“Um…I’ll have to pass…on that one,” Tanaka said, looking ashamed.

“It’s Campos,” Uraraka said matter-of-factly, “I know because-“

She halted, exasperated that she blurted out the last bit.

“Oh, there’s an explanation!” The host announced, “because what?”

Her face transformed into a fresh shade of pink.

               “Because…Deku-kun always wants to help. He’s always helping people. And whenever I was in trouble, he’d give it to me, to share his knowledge with me. It’s…it’s admirable, really.”

               The next moment felt like a storm. Deku wanted to cover his face in embarrassment but Uraraka’s enticing gaze awakened a new feeling inside him. He moved over, albeit robotically, and wrapped his arms around her. Tanaka gave a frustrated huff and marched off the stage.

“Looks like we got a winner, everyone,” The host held his microphone closer, “Let’s clap for the new couple!”

“Thanks,” Deku muttered into her ear and Uraraka could only giggle in response.

“Don’t worry, I had my fun,” Uraraka replied, listening to the thunderous shouting around them. 

He held onto her tighter, beaming, and let her warmth bathe him.

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