hey guys! this story is inspired by the song "sweet tooth" by cavetown! (i was listening to him for nostalgia lol) i hope you guys like it tehe
also for clarification, y/n and matt are friends in this one and then you guys become lovers at the end! yay okay read!
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Ever since you were a little girl, you always had a thing for baking. You found that you loved the process: the unsure start, the messes, the finished products, all of it. Your favorite part, though, was when people tasted the treats you baked. You loved watching their reactions, like their eyes lighting up as the taste hits them, or when their lips form an unstoppable smile from the sweetness. It always brought you joy when someone loved your desserts. Nobody's reactions brought you as much joy as Matt's did, though.
He's always had a thing for sweets like you did, the only difference being that his love was for eating them. To say he was thrilled the first time you baked something for him would be an understatement.
When you brought peanut butter and chocolate fudge to the triplets' house, you were not expecting such a huge reaction out of him. After you handed it to him, he peeked inside the foil on top and his eyes went wide. His smile was huge as he quickly jumped to put the container on the counter and almost pushed you over with a hug. You giggled and hugged back, your head spinning with the thousands of thank you's he was spewing at you while laughing.
You spent the rest of that day hanging out with the boys and playing video games. You noticed that multiple times throughout the day, Matt would sneak off to the kitchen. He'd happily hurry back into the living room and plop back down onto the couch next to you, flashing a giddy smile before returning back to the game.
You didn't think much of it until he stood up for the twentieth time to do it again. You watched in suspicion as he disappeared around the corner into the kitchen. About a minute later, he returned and sat back on the couch again, just like he had been doing. This time, however, you noticed he had a smudge of chocolate on the corner of his lips. You fought every fiber in your body to hold back cheesing and smiling. Your cheeks flushed as you pretended to focus on the game.
After the round ended, Chris got up from his beanbag and headed into the kitchen. You all started talking about how unfair it was that Nick got first place when Chris's voice suddenly rang through the house. "Matt, dude, did you eat all of this fudge?! Come on man!" His voice rose into a yell at the end of the sentence and you heard him forcefully put the container on the counter.
Matt giggled nervously and immediately started fidgeting with his chain necklace, his ears going beet red with blush. You couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or from the fact that he got to eat all of the fudge you made.
From then on, you brought something for Matt way more often. The feeling you got from witnessing his excitement for your desserts was worth all of the hours you spent baking. It was a cute little thing you two had going on, the mutual love for desserts being shared by one's baking and one's eating.
Despite living by the term "friends" with Matt your entire life, you actually had intense feelings for him. This had been going on for years, but you were far too scared to ruin your friendship to say anything about it to him. The dessert exchange between the two of you only deepened your feelings for him, though.
You didn't know, however, that it was also deepening his.
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You were about to start a new recipe for cupcakes, moving swiftly in the triplets' kitchen to get the ingredients. They let you bake in their kitchen anytime you had the urge to and they definitely didn't mind the free sweets that came with it.
As you flew from counter to counter, you felt a familiar set of blue eyes following you. You knew exactly who it was and smiled to yourself, continuing to organize the dry ingredients next to the mixing bowl.
After a minute or so, the feeling had never left. You exhaled softly and finally turned, putting your hands on your hips. Just as you expected, Matt was leaning in the doorway, crossing his arms and watching with amusement. His mouth immediately grew into a smile when you turned.
"Yes?" You spoke with a breathy giggle, raising your eyebrows at him. You couldn't help but smile back, his were always contagious.
"Whatcha making this time, chef?" He smirked and let out a giggle at the nickname he had given you. He stood up straight, taking a step into the kitchen.
You playfully rolled your eyes at him. "I'm actually trying something new today! It's these cupcakes I found online." You gestured to the ingredients behind you with your hands, not noticing the passion that was suddenly sparking in your voice as you talked.
Matt examined the ingredients longer than any other person would as he tried to emphasize that he was interested. His eyebrows suddenly rose as he thought of something. "That sounds cool, can I uh.. can I help out this time?"
Your smile somehow became bigger and heat sprawled across your face, your cheeks tinting pink. "Yes, Matt, you may help the chef today."
He dramatically nodded, throwing you a thumbs-up. You felt your insides flutter when you noticed how excited he looked, his eyes basically sparkling.
"Alright, first we need to mix the dry stuff, so you can help me by filling the measuring cups." You turned back to the counter, Matt's body soon joining the space next to you.
It was going smoothly, the measurements were correct and you had time to prepare the pan and oven while he took care of the ingredients. While you were reaching for the liners for the cupcakes, Matt spoke up behind you. "Alright, I finished measuring everything out. We can mix 'em now." His voice was prideful and he sounded satisfied with himself.
You turned and saw the boy smiling big at you, wiping his hands on his shirt. You immediately bit your bottom lip, smiling hard and trying not to laugh at him. He hadn't noticed, but he got flour on his nose and cheek. His hands were also covered and were now getting it on everything he touched. A giggle slipped out when you watched him reach up and run a hand through his hair, covering that, too.
He let out a confused chuckle at your giggles, his posture becoming more self-conscious. "What? What is it?" He chuckled again, itching his nose and getting even more flour on it.
"Matt, you just got flour all over your nose and cheek. And your hair! Look at your hands!" You started laughing harder, blushing at how cute he looked with flour all over him.
Matt's eyes went a little wide and he looked down at his hands, letting out a small gasp when he noticed how floury they were. He looked back at you and you two held eye contact as you both got lost in laughter. He eventually caught his breath and spoke, "Can you come help me out?"
Your stomach did flips at the thought of you being so close to him, able to touch his face and hair. You nodded quickly, probably looking a little too excited. You walked up to him and reached up with your hands, cupping his face and rubbing away some flour. Your fingers grazed his cheek bones and the bridge of his nose, taking advantage of the situation to take it all in. You couldn't help but notice how warm his skin was under your touch, the feeling giving away that he was blushing. Since you were entranced with his face, you didn't see that Matt's hand was inching back to the counter and reaching into the flour bag.
You were trying to finish wiping the flour off when Matt quickly threw his hand up and a gust of flour hit you. It fell across your face, giving you two matching dustings. You gasped and he chuckled. "Matthew! I was helping you!" You giggled and pointed a finger to his chest dramatically, acting offended. He laughed and you grabbed a handful of flour from the bag, throwing it back at him.
It turned into a flour show-down. You two laughed like little kids as flour was thrown back and forth in the kitchen, covering both of you. The kitchen was also getting a good taste of it. At one point, you were trying to run up and throw a handful at him, but your foot hit a patch of flour on the floor and you slipped. You fell forward, bracing yourself to hit the ground, but something stopped you. You opened your eyes and peered up, finding Matt holding you. You were awkwardly leaning into him, his arms holding you up by being wrapped around your waist.
Once the position you two were in finally hit you guys, you both went completely red. Matt stuttered in a flustered manner as he tried to help you up, but your feet slipped again and you only fell more into him. You spewed sorry's at him, feeling yourself go dizzy as you felt his body heat surround you and the smell of him fill your senses.
You were both scrambling like baby deer who just learned to walk when suddenly, he stopped. He held you still and you felt his heartbeat picking up speed as he looked down at you, clearly thinking. You forced yourself to continue looking up at him despite feeling like an idiot.
"Wait, y/n, I uhm.." He spoke quietly now, his breath picking up speed rapidly. You felt your own heart rate speed up, your hearts beating against each other.
"I really..." His breath hitched and you felt his hands tighten on your waist nervously. "I really like you, actually." The kitchen fell silent and you both remained against each other, looking at one another while covered in flour. You felt your mouth go dry at his words, unable to respond even though your heart was soaring with happiness.
"Please say it back..." Matt whispered, his eyes analyzing your face in a panicked state. You giggled and whispered, "I like you, too, Matt."
He smiled huge, pulling you up and finally getting you to stand without slipping. You both closed the gap between you, your lips meeting each other quickly. Your hands twirled into his hair and he readjusted his arms around your waist.
You two continued to kiss for a minute or two. Eventually, your body leaned his into the counter behind him, the kiss getting more passionate. He instinctively reached back with one of his hands and tried resting it on the counter to help him balance, but his hand hit the bowl. It fell on its side and the ingredients flew everywhere, covering you two and the floor.
You both pulled away and looked down in shock. Immediately, you two erupted in laughter and held onto each other.
The rest of the evening was spent cleaning the kitchen as quickly as possible before Chris and Nick found out how messy you had made it. No cupcakes were made, but you were happy nonetheless.
The connection between the two of you was sweeter than anything you could ever bake.
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LOL OKAY I HOPE YALL LIKE THIS
i havent posted in a while but i was busy with school and band so sorry guys tehe...
anyways i got a 96 on my pre-calc test!! LOL
LOVE YOU GUYSSSSSS THANK YOU FOR READINGG <3