Alice Marie Coachman Davis (November 9, 1923 – July 14, 2014) was an American athlete. She specialized in high jump and was the first black woman to win an Olympic gold medal.
warnings: swearing, a little bit of self doubt, may be a little inaccurate :p
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a/n: this is a request !! my first ever one<33 tysm anon for requesting, i hope you like it :3 i also wanna say thank you to my bestie @gyubvlin for giving me the high jump athlete idea, i literally love you so much<33
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you're a high jump athlete and your boyfriend supports you all the way.
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Your eyes look ahead straight, finger tips touching the ground, you were in stance to run as you wait for the signal. You've done this many times before but even with how much you've practice or how many events you attend—the butterflies were always present with that nervous feeling in your chest. High jumping was a sport that you loved, your tall height made it easier.
You close your eyes for a second trying to ground yourself, the seconds felt like minutes to you—going slower than you would like. You remember your boyfriend's words before you headed out onto the field—"You'll do great, baby. And even if you touch or knock the bar down, I'll still get you ice cream cause you're still a winner in my eyes. All that matters is if you try your best."
Your heart warms, your forehead tingles a bit from the place he last kisses you. You were going to do your best, even if the results weren't what you wanted.
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The nerves come crashing down on you again as you remember this was a test to see if you could qualify for the freaking Olympics. The NOCs had actually wanted you to represent the fucking nation. You hardly even believed it when you got the email forwarded to you by your manager. All you had to do was jump the bar's minimum height, simple right?
The bar is 1.97 meters tall, that's fucking taller then your boyfriend, who everyone loves to call a giant. You had teasingly asked him to practice jumping over him but he shut it down by saying and I quote:
“Baby, you know I love you and all but I think I'd like to have my neck in one piece thank you very much.”
It'll be fine... Just like you practice... You repeat the sentence over and over again in your mind like a blur before you flinch by the ref's loud voice.
“On your mark, get set,” He then blows a shrill whistle and shoots a blank into the air.
You run on your toes at a steady speed, trying to gain momentum. The bar looks taller than you remember, and soon doubt consumes your mind. What if you didn't jump it? What if you hit the bar? What if—
Your running curves before you turn your body backwards and then you jump. The crowd on the bleachers watching intently on their toes in anticipation. It felt like slow motion as your body flies up after your leap, everyone silently watching as you fly over the bar and you flip onto the crash mat, landing on your legs, and bouncing up.
The cheering is loud, but you hardly heard it. You actually made it over the bar. Your eyes search the people on the bleachers until they land on Yunho. He is smiling big at you, you let the tears fall. You did it. You actually did it.
Holy shit. You start jumping on the mat in excitement, it feels surreal. You jump off running over to Yunho, to hug him. He picks you up and spins you around like in the movies.
“You did it. I knew you could.” He says as he puts you down and opts to hold your hands.
“I did my best, just like you told me too.” You say softly, hands squeezing his.
“L/N, I want a picture for the beginning of your journey to being an olympian.” You coach who's been with you for as long as you remember tells you, holding her camera up.
“Of course, Coach!” The stars in your eyes sparkle.
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“No way, you actually got us reservations?” Your mouth opens wide, your brush stops on your cheeks.
“Yep, anything for my girl.” Yunho sits on the bed, fully dressed waiting for you to finish your makeup.
He had made reservations for the restaurant you wanted to try but could never book one for it was always full.
“But how did you even get reservations?” You ask, looking back to your mirror, rosing your cheeks.
“I made them weeks in advance, it was kinda difficult to book it for today but I have my ways.” He smiles.
“You didn't even know if I'd actually jump the bar, though.”
“I knew you would do it. And even if you didn't, we would celebrate your hard work anyway.” Your heart warms.
“Oh my gosh, Yunho I'm so fucking in love with you.”
“I love you too.”
You quickly finish with your makeup, not wanting to be late for the reservation. You walk to your closet and look at your choice of shoes. The new heels you never had a chance to wear matched nicely with your dress. But.. you were already tall as is.
“Baby, you ready—?” Yunho interrupt your thoughts. He looks at the heels in your hand and then to your face, reading your thoughts. “Y/N if you want to wear the heels then wear them. And no I won't feel any sort of resentment towards you if you're the same height or taller than me, I've told you this before.”
He speaks gently with you, reminding you that you could wear anything you wanted. You thought you were getting better, but guess not.
“Yeah..” You take the heels.
“If I have to keep reminding you then I will. You can wear anything you want as long as you're with me which also means you can wear what you want forever.” He wiggles his eyebrows.
You giggle, chest warming as you slip your feet into the heels. You kiss his cheek. Forever...
“Shall we go now, m'lady?” He offers you his arm and you take his arm.
