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soap, the hype man - platonic tf141

it doesn't matter what you're doing. could be lifting, could be tying your damn shoelaces. soap is in your corner like you're about to shatter a world record. you're kneeling down to stretch your calves before starting your actual workout, barely even breathing hard yet, and from across the gym, a certain scotsman's voice literally echoes. "LET'S GOO, Y/N!!" you flinch so hard you almost pull something. soap's hyped (what is he on?), clapping his hands like you just deadlifted a helicopter. ghost, somewhere behind you, mutters, "for fuck's sake, mactavish." sighs into his hoodie like he regrets all his life choices. but makes no move to stop him. wooow... so nice of him... "I'm literally just stretching." you point out, trying to wave him off. keyword: TRYING. he squats down next to you (his ass jiggled btw, it's the physics of that thang) like an overenthusiastic couch. “Aye, and ye’re listnin’ it! Stretch those muscles, champion! Ye’re killin’ it, wee yin!” you haven't even started your actual workout, hell, hadn't even finished stretching, and somehow you already feel like you've been through an entire motivational seminar. with a sports commentator presenting. price pretends to not know any of you. you're the only ones in the base gym. yet, he sees simon only. proceeds to walk by and mutter something about "bloody children" under his breath. wow. i see how it is... gaz decides to make it worse. thanks a lot! really helpful, pooks. before you know it, two men are squatting next to you. blink twice if you need help. “let’s get it, superstar!” he yells. “show that yoga mat who’s boss!”

soap fist-bumps him. “see?! that’s teamwork, baby!” price leaves the room. you turn the volume up for your music. --- writer's note: is this cringe? i literally can't tell. anyway, I think I'd cry if this happened to me. #justiceforreader!!