#Dominic Thiem fanfic

[game-set-canet]

can you do dating headcanons for tennis players (thiem, medvedev, berrettini)

Dating Headcanons

M A S T E R L I S T

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Dominic Thiem

for Domi, it is important that you spend time together regularly, even though the training and tournament schedule is very stressful. you try to surprise each other with romantic date ideas, like picnics in the nature, bonfires, watching sunsets together, etc.

you travelling with him to all of his tournaments.

after being together for 6 months you decided to adopt a dog. although you are away a lot, but your mother takes care of the dog

you had no idea of tennis before you met him, he showed you how to play it and explained all the rules to you; now you sometimes play with him (it’s a nice little warm up for him)

he LOVES cuddling with you on the couch together with your dog. he would wrap his arms around you, your head lying on his chest, and he would run his fingers through your hair

you rarely fight. like almost never. but WHEN you fight, you REALLY fight. Shouting, screaming, door slamming – it only happened once in your relationship so far

for your first anniversary you surprised him with learning German – or rather some German. You have your difficulties with the language, but you are determined to learn it

family time is very important for Domi. You are SO SO nervous to meet his family for the first time and Domi is trying really hard to calm you down. In the end it turns out that’s completely unnecessary. his younger brother Moritz and you get along really well – you regularly go to the cinema together because you have the same taste in films. (“Again? You always go to the cinema together! I’ll go with you!” – “No, your taste in films is awful and we don’t want to listen to you complaining the whole evening!” – “That’s mean!” – “Yeah, but Moritz is right: your taste in films IS shit, my love!”)

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Daniil Medvedev

he loves to surprise you with lots of sweet presents. like flowers, bracelet, necklaces, and he love to buy you books! You have a very specific taste in book genres and Daniil knows exactly which books to buy and you love every single one of them!

before every match you attend live he apologizes in advance for the potential swearing he will do on court… if he yells at his box and you sit in his box, he apologizes countless times afterwards

FOREHEADKISSES (trust me)!

teasing, a lot of teasing and (a lot of) playful arguments

you’re watching F1 and football with him and sometimes you even play video games with him. You’re awful in it but it makes him happy, so you’re kinda enjoying it

he teaches you how to play chess

you think his intelligence is very sexy

you don’t have any pet names for each other

you love to listen to him speaking French - even if you have no idea what he is talking about

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Matteo Berrettini

his brother introduced you to Matteo and it was love on the first sight

you love wearing his shirts and sweaters and he LOVES seeing you in it

partner tattoos

you have nicknames for each other…not all of them are romantic – some are just weird but still in a loving way

sharing sunglasses, caps and jewellery

you love to go shopping together! you could spend hours and hours picking out clothes for each other

he buys you flowers whenever he comes home after a tournament whenever you couldn't travel with him

dancing – you are both terrible in it, but you love dancing in the living room together

Matteo gives incredible massages

lots of (terrible) singing in the car together and you are the driver (always.)

[a-swiss-and-a-spaniard]

Tell me about Zweifel please🥺 german title why?❤

Because it's about Domi and he speaks german! (and also bc it sounds way cooler than in english hahaha)

It's funny bc I usually struggle to come up with titles, but in this case it was the first thing that occurred to me when the whole thing was just ✨vibes✨ And I think it really sums up the fic as it’s basically a dive into Domi's (quite depressed and filled with doubts) mind as he struggles to come back after his wrist injury.

Have a snippet:

Sometimes, Dominic wonders if he still deserves that US Open. Because it doesn’t feel like it. Domi knows that at his current level, he wouldn’t get past the first round. That is, if he ever made it to the main draw. But he hasn’t been getting into those lately, not without the help of a wildcard — the golden ticket of tennis.

He’s been offered a lot of them recently. And it makes sense. On paper, Domi is a Grand Slam champion, Masters 1000 winner, and former world number three. By tournament logic, inviting him should guarantee a good show, which means more money. They don’t seem to realize he isn’t that player anymore, not even close.

[rafasbiscuits]

I forgot to bring this here omo, anyways I wrote a little thierev fanfic a few weeks ago so <3

[diegoalvesisgod]

I feel an irresistible urge to write a Tennis RPF Vampire!AU fic, in which Sascha is a vampire (obviously) who falls in love with the nicest human ever, aka Domi. I can totally see Mischa facepalming, because he knows it will end up causing a major catastrophe. I can also see Sascha wooing Domi with romantic poems, and Domi being like “OMG this is so sweet!” and Sascha goes: “Thanks, babe, I spent all night writing this for you!” while in fact, he stole them from some wannabe romantic poet whose blood he sucked in the 19th century Russia. I think he would totally do that.

[austrianshitposting]

1 Frag: Kannst nit mal a Fanfic über Daddy Kurzi und Dominic Thiem schreiben? Dia hatten voll Potential

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[game-set-canet]

can i get a domi thiem imagine where his gf loses a match and its rough on her and he cheers her up

An (un)fortunate way

Pairing: Dominic Thiem x f!reader

category: fluff, bit of sadness (i guess?)

warnings: none

Author’s Note: sorry that it took me so long to publish this imagine - life can be very hard sometimes, but i hope you like it! also: English isn’t my first language, so I’m very sorry for mistakes!

* Y/N = your name * Y/L/N = your last name

MY  M A S T E R L I S T

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You just lost the match.

A lump is forming in your throat as you walk to the net for the handshake.

You lost the match. Which means: no second round for you. You lost the first round of the US Open.

“Don’t you dare start crying in front of the whole crowd!”, you try to admonish yourself. Your hands are shaking, and you are barely able to speak, your "congrats! very well done" at the net is more a huff than actually pronounced.

Your match was a disaster – just like the rest of your season. But losing the first round of a slam was a new low in your negative series of tournaments.

As soon as you stepped into the tunnel your vision becomes blurred because tears start to well up in your eyes and when you realise that the camera crew behind you is turning around and leaving, you start to cry.

*** *** ***

Your team is already waiting for you. Your coach is the first to approach you, you can see that he isn’t sure what to say: “That was…unfortunate.”

“Unfortunate?!”, you hiss through tears, “I played like shit! I have seen five-year-olds playing better than me!”, more and more tears are streaming down your face.

“No, Y/N, you-”

“Stop it, Dad!”, you drop your bags on the floor and try to push past them. You don’t want to talk to them or even see them, because they would immediately start to try cheering you up, saying things like: it's not so bad, it could happen to anyone – and that’s a lie. You shake your head and give them a sad and at the same time contemptuous look: “I don’t want to hear it! It would have been lies after all…”

A hand carefully grips your right wrist and holds you back with gentle force.

You don't have to turn around to know that it is Dominic.

"Let go of me, Domi," your voice is shaking, “I want to be alone.”

He immediately shakes the head: “No, you don’t.”, he is almost whispering.

“Domi, I just need a few minutes for myself, and I don’t want to talk with anyone!”

“No talking then…but let me come with you…”, he smiles shyly at you.

“I…I just…I- I need…I don’t know what…”, a single tear runs down your cheek and you look at him desperately and helplessly, “I don’t know how to step in front of the press now.”

“Take your time. They can wait.”

Domi would never ever let anyone wait for anything. He was way too polite for that. But when you two got together he kinda sorted his priorities new and from the very beginning he has put you above everything and everyone.

You can’t help but smile a little and nod.

*** *** ***

You found an empty massage room.

You sink down the wall and sit with your legs drawn up on the cold tiles while Domi locks the door and then sits down next to you.

After some minutes of silence, you whisper: “Can you imagine how stupid I am? Like…I fucked it up. I fucked up the first round…all the preparation for nothing…”

“It’s not nothing, it’s a lea-”

“Don’t you dare saying ‘It’s a learning process’!”

Domi closed his mouth again and lowered his head in embarrassment. Instead, he grabbed your hand and gave it a light squeeze.

“I mean…I played like an amateur! Foot-fault, my first serve was nowhere to be found, more double-faults than in my entire last season, not a single solid volley and don’t get me started about the stops…”, your voice breaks and tears start running down your face. All you felt was disappointment, anger at yourself and pain. And shame.

Domi hesitates, cradles his head from one side to the other: “You…you do realise that you're making it sound worse than it actually was, right?”, he takes a deep breath and quickly continues talking, “Yes, you didn't play well but your opponent played the best match of her career so far! I think, your coach is right: it was unfortunate.”

You smile a mirthless smile: “Ah, yeah, of course…and my bad run in Cincinnati? Or during the Canada Open? Wimbledon was embarrassing and I got beaten by 7 players outside the Top 20 and 3 players outside the Top 90 this year and-”

“And you came back from a serious injury in April.”, now Dominic looks directly at you, “Yes, you had an unfortunate run during the last couple of weeks and yes, there will be one or two ugly headlines about today’s match and yes, some people will talk shit but haters gonna hate. And we both know – and everyone who understands and loves tennis knows – that you are more talented than 90 % of the whole WTA tour and that you gonna be back at your best soon…just…don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re doing pretty amazing…”

You stare at him and feel a knot in your throat: “Don’t do this!”

“Do what?”, Dominic frowns, apparently he had expected a different reaction from you.

There is a little smile on your lips: “Don’t try to cheer me up!”

“I’m your boyfriend! I HAVE to try to cheer you up!”, he starts laughing softly, “That and after we got back to the hotel I’ll organise you as much chocolate as you can eat, and we’ll watch your favourite movie-“

You look at him with big eyes: “But you hate that movie!”

Your boyfriend shakes his head vigorously and makes a throwing away hand gesture: “Shhh, that’s not the topic of this conversation! Sooo…we will watch your favourite movie and you will drink your favourite tea and-“

“The hotel doesn’t have Rose-Lavender Tea I already asked at the reception yesterday and-”

“And I have a little bag of it in my suitcase, so: no worries!”

You don't hear the rest of what he says, you can only think about how much you love the man next to you.

You rest your head on Domi’s shoulder and close your eyes: maybe Domi was right, and this bad run was just unfortunate and even if the rest of the season will be as bad as it is now, you know everything will be okay. Because you have the most amazing man by your side.