Formula 1 imagines

OP - tennisplayer!reader

Oscar had never gone too deep into tennis before, his knowledge of tennis extended to recognizing names like Serena Williams and Roger Federer. However, when he started dating you, a professional tennis player, his interest in the sport naturally grew.

He couldn't hide his excitement and confusion as the two of you walked through the green scenery of All England Club. In between your practice and media you took your boyfriend on a little tour to explain a few things.

"Okay, let's start with the basics. No! Wait, we will get the strawberries first" Oscar chuckled at your sudden change of plans but went with it.

As you led him to the food stands, you began explaining the traditions of the tournament, "So, one of the best things about Wimbledon is the strawberries and cream. It's a must have". You grabbed a box each and continued your walk. "Okay, now we can continue. Where was I?" you said in between chewing.

You found a quiet area near the practice court. "See those lines? The outer ones are for doubles and inner ones are for singles". You pointed with your finger. "Got it. And those?" Oscar asked as he gestured towards the perpendicular ones. "That's the service box, basically when you serve, the ball has to land there. You have two tries and if you fail it's called a double fault and your opponent gets a point".

"Uh Huh, but the points are weird, aren't they? I don't get them." he said with scrunched nose which made you giggle. "Yeah, it's a bit odd. We start with love, which means zero. Then it goes fifteen, thirty, forty. If both players reach forty, it's called deuce. From deuce, you need to win by two points. So that's how you win a game and you need six and be up by two to win a set. If it's six-six, we play a tiebreak".

He nodded trying to organize the information in his mind, "a tiebreak?". "Yea, we alternate serves and the first to seven, and again up by two, wins" you explained. "Got it. And how many sets do you need?". "Well, at Wimbledon it's best of three for women and best of five for men. So I need to win two sets to win a match".

"Alright, that makes sense, I guess... I don't know if I can remember all that" Oscar said. "Oh, don't worry, you're gonna figure it out as you watch. I'm glad you're interested. It means a lot to have you here" you hugged his arm as you two walked.

The next day Oscar dressed up nicely and sat next to your team. It was his time to be your wag. He watched you take your headphones out as you entered the court. Your expression was cold, focused and determined, a stark contrast to how he knew you. He couldn't help but to smile with pride.

The match began, and Oscar's eyes were glued to the court, more specifically to your side of it. He found the speed at which the serves and rallies happened surprisingly fast. He admired the way you hit the ball with full power, while still keeping it full of grace and precision. Anytime you looked at him he would flash you a big smile and thumbs up.

He found himself not caring about others while cheering louder than anyone else at every point you scored. During the game he had in mind everything you explained to him the previous day. As the match passed he understood the sport more and more, and didn't hesitate to ask your coach when he got confused.

The match ended with your victory, something that could be easily predicted as it was one of the first games of the tournament. "You were amazing! So fast! I'm into tennis now. You need to teach me" you heard as you approached him after the game. "Thanks Oscar, means a lot. I'm glad you like it because I hope you will be watching me here for the next two weeks" you said as he hugged your sweaty body without hesitation.

July 22, 2024