sleepover, featuring macklin
requested by this anon
The sleepover had started out completely normal.
Which probably shouldโve been the first warning sign.
โYou cannot seriously be putting that much flour in there,โ Macklin said from the kitchen island, watching Will dump half the bag into the mixing bowl.
Will looked offended. โI bake with instinct.โ
โYou bake with violence,โ you corrected.
He pointed the whisk at you dramatically. โSee? This is why youโre my favorite.โ
Macklin snorted from where he was stealing chocolate chips straight from the bag. โYou said that to me yesterday.โ
โYeah, well. Rankings change.โ
The three of you had been hanging out at Macklinโs place for barely an hour before Will decided the sleepover needed โa baking activity,โ which sounded fun until the kitchen looked like a tornado had gone through a bakery.
There was flour on the counters. Flour on the floor. Somehow flour on Macklinโs hoodie.
โYou got it in my hair,โ Macklin complained.
Will squinted at him. โNo, I didnโt.โ
You reached over and flicked a white streak off the dark curls near Macklinโs forehead. โYeah. He did.โ
Will burst into laughter immediately, doubling over so hard he almost knocked the bowl over. โYou looked like an old man for a second.โ
โYouโre literally losing brownie privileges.โ
โNOโโ
Too late. Macklin slid the tray farther away from him while you tried not to laugh.
The brownies eventually made it into the oven after several near-disasters, including Will almost cracking an egg one-handed and launching shell directly onto the ceiling.
โYou guys are never letting me forget that, huh?โ he said.
โAbsolutely not,โ you and Macklin answered together.
By the time the brownies cooled, the living room was dark except for the TV glow and a random lamp Macklin insisted made the room โbetter for movie vibes.โ
โYou picked the scary movie,โ you reminded Will as he scrolled through options.
โYeah, but I didnโt think theyโd all look THIS scary.โ
โYouโre scared already?โ Macklin asked.
Will sat up straighter immediately. โNo.โ
Two minutes later, the opening scene hadnโt even finished before Will grabbed a throw pillow and held it against his chest like armor.
You looked over at him. โInteresting.โ
โIโm comfortable,โ he defended.
Macklin was already laughing.
The movie got progressively worse โ creepy music, dark hallways, too much silence โ and every single jumpscare had the exact same outcome.
You jumping.
Will yelling.
Macklin laughing at both of you.
At one point, something slammed against a window onscreen and Will fully grabbed your arm.
โOh my god,โ you wheezed, trying to breathe through your laughter.
โI THOUGHT SOMEONE DIED.โ
โNo one even moved yet!โ
Macklin nearly fell off the couch laughing. โYou screamed before the character did!โ
Will pointed accusingly at the TV. โThis movie is manipulative.โ
โSkill issue,โ Macklin said.
โOkay, tough guy, you pick the next movie then.โ
Macklin shrugged. โGladly.โ
Ten minutes later, he somehow chose an even scarier one.
Traitor.
About halfway through movie number two, all three of you collectively decided you needed food.
โYou guys want pizza?โ Macklin asked.
โYes,โ you and Will answered instantly.
โShocking.โ
Will grabbed his phone. โWait wait wait. We should get mozzarella sticks too.โ
โAnd wings.โ
โAnd fries.โ
Macklin stared at the two of you. โAre you trying to bankrupt me?โ
โYes,โ Will said casually.
In the end, the coffee table was completely covered in takeout boxes, napkins, soda cans, and the brownies youโd almost destroyed earlier.
You sat cross-legged on the floor reaching for fries when Will suddenly narrowed his eyes at you.
โWhat?โ
โYou took my fry.โ
โI literally did not.โ
โYou absolutely did.โ
Macklin looked between both of you. โThis is getting serious.โ
Will pointed dramatically. โSheโs a thief.โ
โYouโve eaten like eighty percent of the fries.โ
โThatโs unrelated.โ
You grabbed another fry directly from his box just to annoy him.
His gasp was so dramatic you almost choked laughing.
โMacklin, are you seeing this betrayal?โ
โIโm staying neutral.โ
โYouโre weak.โ
โActually,โ Macklin said thoughtfully, reaching over and stealing one from Will too, โI support her.โ
Will looked horrified. โI invited snakes into my home.โ
โYou donโt live here,โ you reminded him.
โThat somehow makes this worse.โ
Sometime around one in the morning, the scary movies were abandoned completely because none of you were paying attention anymore.
Instead, Will had somehow found old interview clips online, and now the three of you were sitting way too close together on the couch laughing yourselves to death.
โOh my god, play that one back,โ you said through laughter.
โI AM,โ Will replied, barely able to hold the remote steady.
Macklin had his face buried in his hoodie because he was laughing so hard at some dumb story Will was telling that made absolutely no sense anymore.
โYou had to be there,โ Will insisted.
โWe literally were there,โ you said.
โThatโs true.โ
At some point, the conversation drifted into complete nonsense โ worst hockey haircuts, dumbest fan signs, weird team meals, random childhood stories.
The kind of late-night conversation that only happened when nobody was checking the time anymore.
You didnโt even realize you were getting tired until Will tossed a blanket at you from the other side of the couch.
โYou looked cold.โ
โYou threw that directly at my face.โ
โYeah, but now you have it.โ
Macklin shook his head. โHeโs like a poorly trained golden retriever.โ
Will looked proud of that comparison, honestly.
The room settled into a quieter kind of comfortable after that, the TV still running in the background while all three of you sat there half-awake and still smiling about something dumb.
It felt easy.
Like the kind of night you knew youโd remember later because nothing huge happened โ just baking disasters, terrible horror movies, greasy takeout, and laughing until your stomach hurt.
Honestly, the perfect sleepover.
authors note- i hope the anon likes this!!
