more athletic
pairing will smith hockey x gn!reader
when scrolling on your phone, you come across a prank where girls ask their boyfriends what sport would they do if they were more athletic.
genre fluff
wordcount 0,4k
author’s note bye i suck at summaries but i hope you get the idea!! second fanfic and first written one eeek😬😬😬 not proofread!!! short one
one thing about you was that you absolutely loved trolling and pranking people. the second the video of a girl asking her boyfriend what sport he would play if he was more athletic you literally sprung up from the bed and made a beeline toward will, who was perched comfortably on the couch.
maybe will could read minds or something, because the look on his face when he saw you trying to shuffle quietly told you that he would know what was up. thankfully, he was actually clueless.
you as beside him and angled your phone in a way where his face could be captured but it wouldn’t be too obvious. you pressed record and almost slipped up already just thinking about the prank.
“babe” you started
will just responded with a mm and typed mindlessly on his phone, probably texting something stupid to macklin. his hand fell over your shoulders behind. smooth.
“what sport would you do if you were more athletic?” you asked, innocently looking at him. at first, he didn’t respond. you saw the gears turning in his head, trying to comprehend what you just said. i mean, he was a professional athlete after all.
his eyebrows knitted together as he tried to think about the question. he just let out a quiet huh and turned to you.
you just repeated the question, waiting for his reply and trying to hold your own laugh in.
“if i was more… athletic?” he mumbled, now putting his phone down.
“yeah, if you were more athletic. like would you be a track runner if you had better stamina or something” you egged on.
“babe, i’m a professional athlete” will just stated, like it would answer everything.
“i know, answer the question” you continued, wanting to get a reaction out of him.
his eyes briefly flicked to the back camera on your phone, blissfully recording him looking like a complete fool. honestly, you thought he would’ve figured it out by now, but apparently not.
“i don’t get it. i’m an athlete what do you mean more athletic” will argued.
you nearly broke out in laughs but managed to keep it in. seeing your expression falter for a second and the corners of your mouth turning the slightest bit upward, he immediately clocked it.
“you’re recording aren’t you” he started, now looking down at your phone.
you just shook your head, before bursting out into laughter, folding over. will shot up from the couch and caged you under his arms and started tickling you.
“will, stop” you giggled under him. he just smiled and continued tickling you, wanting to pay back.
eventually, he did stop. still caging you in, he met your lips in a soft kiss and rested his forehead against yours.
“did you actually think i was serious?” you chuckled.
“yeah” will said until plopping down beside you. later, both of you guys fell asleep, tired from all the tickling.