#like ghost

So my dumbass just dreamt of Tennis player!Gaz X Volleyball player!Soap with you as their adoring fan/girlfriend who are together yet they always talk about their "darling girlfriend", which gets people talking in social media (they're quite popular since they're both talented and hot) about this mysterious girl, meanwhile you're just living for the mystery and rumors of other girls beside them (even if they're secretly you in disguise 🤪).

To add more I think the three of you share an apartment, and when one of your boyfriends brings home a trophy does you and his partner always show the champion what an amazing player he is by praising him during sex, laying down the compliments as you fuck him until next week. (as you could tell im a sucker for praise-)

I think overtime they get introduced to two other men, both older and certainly gods in their own field. Ghost, who the critics say is "The most mysterious champion there is, as he suddenly showed up in the leagues of boxing and somehow came home with trophies in his division, beating most of the heavyweight competitors there is." During a night out at a pub he comes to your table, and admits that he's a big fan of Johnny MacTavish's last-minute saves as Libero — those reaches and run speed is no joke, while Kyle Garrick definitely has the looks of a god as his forearm swing is deadly, just enough for his opponent to not quite reach there unless they risk an out. After one drunk sexual encounter and one morning hangover later he says his name, Simon Riley. (and yes, you three and his boyfriend are the only ones who know his true name, instead of his codename Ghost.)

After that lovely encounter (and that Simon is now part of your little relationship circle) does he explain that he has a boyfriend, one John Price. A fellow rugby player and a fucking bear of a man with the beard and the shaggy look (the good kind, it actually does suit him), he's been making waves as captain of his team, managing to score trophy after trophy as he's awarded medals and a nice big wad of money during wins. He's also quite the suave gentleman (something that you can't help but blush), treating the three of you as if you're royalty as he lays down the compliments. (Poor Kyle had to walk around with a boner all day during practicing, meanwhile Johnny nearly fumbled when Price winked his way.) Oh, and he's absolutely smitten when it comes to your cheers, which gives the oldest man of your polycule that extra little edge to score a try or reach for that last-minute tackle. (He'll definitely show you what an amazing fan and partner you are 🤭.)

And then there's you, sweet, glorious you. Cheering for your four lovely boyfriends (which yes, the socials always talk about "That girl that always shows up during their matches," although not putting the dots that that's exactly their "darling girlfriend" even if it should be bloody obvious), pumping your fist up as you rock on their jersey number, one of Simon's tank tops (his scent does get you into your fellow boxing fan for some reason, which consists of screaming until your voice box wears out , pumped out full of adrenaline) or Kyle's cap (and somehow doesn't smell of sweat since he washes that sucker before lending it to you.) And every single time they look out the crowd for their girl, waving enthusiastically (both Soap and Gaz sometimes get in trouble for this but they don't care), Price's playful salute or a simple nod and grin, his eyes crinkling for Ghost as he sets up the gloves and mask.

All in all? Does their fame and glory never compare to you, their sweet, glorious, fantastic fan of a girlfriend.

<3

pvris by  martin thompson