Sorry guys I haven't posted writers block has been kicking my ass and I've been busy as well. BUT I HAVE MOTIVATION SO BRING ON THE ANGST. 

So I had an idea for a road trip and then I saw alisha02433 request, 

"author, can u make a ff where Matt gets anxiety due to driving and his brothers help him?"

Y'all the amount of Mat requests I have is insane. Nick and Chris want to join the torture! Also, I PROMISE ALL OF THEM ARE COMING SOON YOU JUST HAVE TO WAIT TILL I HAVE THAT SPARK. 

Please enjoy this fluffy fic I wrote, and remember kids, spelling is not fun! 

TW: Anxiety, panic attack, mother Nick, MENTIONS of car crashes, fluff and angst

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No one had any idea what went through Nick's mind when he thought it would be great to be stuck in a car with his two brothers for four hours while they drove to Las Vegas.

"Did you pack everything?" Nick asked Chris, who was stuffing shit into his suitcase after he discovered he could not fold clothes for the life of him. 

"Realistically-"Chris started. 

"Oh fuck Chris, what did you do?" Nick cut his brother off, knowing he was about to be told the stupidest thing to date. 

"Nothing, I swear! Just, how many pairs of socks do we need realistically?" Chris put his hands up in surrender.

"Spell realistically" Nick smirked, knowing he was getting on Chris's nerves just as he was getting on his. 

Chris walked out of his room, not caring that he had one pair of socks for the two-week trip. Surely Matt overpacked and had seventeen pairs. 

Nick laughed and brought Chris's suitcase out with him cause he was such a caring brother. 

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The car hadn't even left the driveway before the arguing had started. 

"No, we aren't listening to the Barbie soundtrack, for fucks sake Nick" Matt yelled, muting the Bluetooth. "Chris, did you get the hotel's address and put it into the GPS?" He then turned to his passenger princess. 

Nick rolled his eyes and put on his headphones, fully committed to ignoring his brothers for four hours. If they didn't want to listen to Barbie, didn't mean he had to. 

Chris went into Google Maps as Matt reminded him to do the GPS. "What's the address?" He asked. 

Matt took a staggered deep breath as those words left Chris's mouth. How did he end up with such an idiot brother? "I messaged you it" 

Chris nodded and found the address and put it in, then the road trip started. 

"Let's trip bitches" Nick giggled before going back to his music.

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It had never been a secret that Matt struggled with anxiety, and when it came to driving, the anxiety skyrocketed. He had never driven four hours straight before, the furthest being half an hour to a friend's house. 

"I spy with my little eye something beginning with....." Chris trailed off,  trying to find something to say. Matt groaned as Chris played this game for the fifth hundredth time. 

"I don't care Chris. Just shut up please" Matt said, sick of it. He then turned the corner on the highway, with upcoming traffic flooding the view. "Fuck" He muttered under his breath. 

No one heard it though, Chris was in a sour mood after being told to shut up and Nick was half-asleep in the back of the car. 

Then the car came to a stop as it was head-on with the traffic. 

"Oh c'mon, traffic?" Chris stated, seeing the multiple cars lining up like they were waiting for Taylor Swift tickets for the Europe tour. 

"Really Sherlock?" Nick sassed, fully waking up, and seeing the traffic straight away. Matt tried to laugh at the response but his anxiety levels were climbing like a rock climber, but way less cool. 

Then his lungs decided, 'Hey, you know what, who needs full breaths when we can have half breaths'. Sue your lungs, Matt, they aren't doing their job correctly. 

He tried to keep it together, be cool calm and collected,  but his breathing became more rapid and shallow and he began to sweat like he was running a marathon. 

Yet Nick and Chris didn't notice, too busy fighting over whatever bullshit they could find. At least the fight wasn't about how many legs three and a half cows would have, Matt nearly became the cow that jumped over the moon and was going to jump out of the car. 

Mooving on. (I'm sorry I had to)

He couldn't prevent it anymore, he wanted to hide his anxiety but he couldn't. If I passed out due to a panic attack then Chris would have to drive, and we would probably crash and then we wouldn't make it to Vegas in time for their event tonight since we would be in the hospital and then people would be mad since Chris drove without a licence and then fuck shitballs. 

Matt let out his shakey breath, it was quiet, but Chris's ears perked up like a dog when you say the word walk. 

"Matt, are you okay?" Chris asked, concern lacing his voice. He saw his brother's knuckles, now flushed white clutching to the steering wheel. His chest rose and fell faster and faster with every minute that passed.  Chris wasn't a doctor but he was sure Matt's chest wasn't meant to do that. 

Nick's head snapped to Matt's side of the car, seeing his brother obviously not ok but he didn't want to ruin Chris's hero moment.

Matt couldn't even respond, not that he tried. His mind was consumed with the feeling of panic and he felt like he was suffocating in his own thoughts. Which was exactly what he was doing. 

"Um shit shit shit, Nick what do we do?" Chris asked, the panic in the car contagious. 

Nick shrugged, he was scared Chris was going to have to find a way to get into an emergency lane. "Um, the traffic is at a standstill at the moment so we should be ok" Nick stumbled to find words, making a plan up on the spot. Nick then turned to Matt, "Matt bub, you need to breath" 

"That's helpful Nick" Chris deadpanned, taking Matt's hands off the wheel. 

"You have a better idea?" Nick shot back, directing Matt's breathing from the back seat."Hey, it's okay. Just breathe with me, okay?" Nick said, taking slow, deep breaths, even if Matt probably couldn't see them. 

"Wait Nick swap seats with me, then I'll run out of the car, and do a dance to keep the traffic at a standstill so we can buy time" Chris planned out loud like that was the smartest thing anyone had ever said. 

Nick raised an eyebrow at this, "Um, no, let's swap seats but stay in the car, I think there was a car crash or something that's why we haven't moved for like ten minutes" 

"Or cause our driver is currently dying but that also could be it, Nick" 

"You are, aware - I am - hyper" Matt gasped out, trying to control his breaths himself since Matt knew there were snails more useful than his brothers when it came to this panic attack. Not the first time he had to deal with his anxiety himself though. 

That caught both of his brother's attention and the snails, which were slowly making their way to the minivan. 

Chris and Nick quickly swapped seats and Nick started to guide Matt's breathing properly. "In four, out four, c'mon Matty you can do it" 

In contrast to Nick's helpful words, there was Chris. 

"Matt, if you breathe, we can go to Vegas and you can give me a couple of extra pairs of socks so I don't have to live with one singular pair" he rambled. 

Nick rolled his eyes but a smile formed on his lips as Matt's breathing returned to a good pace, sweat beads dripping off his head, so Nick turned on the air for him. "Hey, bud. You good?" Nick's motherly voice taking over him. 

Matt half nodded, he did feel better now that he was, you know, alive, but still was anxious as fuck and tired. 

"You still think you can drive? I think the traffic is moving a bit" Chris informed Matt, who could probably see that with his own eyes but hey. 

"Um, yeah it's fine don't worry about me" Words left his mouth quickly as he stepped on the gas to move the car a bit. 

"Ok, bounce back quickly, I see you" Nick joked, his gayness shining through in Chris's eyes. 

Matt smiled and started to drive as the traffic moved again, yawning a bit.

Nick watched him like a hawk stalking his prey, making sure his brother wasn't going to one, fall asleep behind the wheel or two, have another panic attack but this time in moving traffic meaning Nick would probably have to take the wheel.

"Nick, stop watching me, it's creepy" Matt said, focusing on the road.

Chris laughed and then realised he was in the back seat and he didn't want to be in the back seat for the next half of the drive. "Nick" He dragged out the K and sounded like a child asking for something. 

"Yes"

"Can we swap seats again?" Chris was prepared to pull out the puppy eyes or the birds, depending on what he felt like in the next three seconds. 

"No" 

Chris was going to pull out the puppy eyes, thinking about how he would probably be kicked out of the car and have to walk the rest of the way to Vegas if he brought out wild animals that he definitely had, but he then realised how much space he had at the back. 

"I'm taking a nap, don't crash the car Matt" Chris demanded before closing his eyes. 

Nick rolled his eyes, "Don't listen to him, are you ok though?" 

Matt was sick of Nick asking if he was ok. Yeah, he may have had a slight panic attack but he was better now. "I'm fine Nick. Fuck off" 

"Mattuide"

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They ended up arriving in Vegas half an hour later than Google told them they would, Nick will be pressing charges for the lying. Chris was working on the pervasive paragraph he was going to give to Nick on why he should have the back seats and not the passenger seats. 

Once they had got to the hotel, Matt ran to the bathroom and Chris ran to Matt's suitcase to get a couple extra pairs of socks, thank god he brought twenty pairs. 

"Matt, you alright to drive or do you want one of us too?" Nick asked when Matt re-entered the room.

Matt thought for a second, even though there was really no thought needed. "Nah I'll drive. Don't worry."

Nick pressed his lips together and walked away, going to go deal with Chris and trying to teach him how to tie his tie.

Everything was ok. No one drove illegally, plus, whatever happened in Vegas, stays in Vegas.

Or

Whatever happens on the drive to Vegas stays on the drive to Vegas.

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SEE. I WROTE SHIT. *French laughing noises*

Also. Wisdom teeth removal vid tmr??? EHHEHEHEH

AND LUKE HEMMINGS U HAD NO RIGHT TO WRITE PROMISES AND EXPERT ME TO BE OK.

K I'm ranting.

LOVE AND HUGS AND LOTS OF DEAD BUGS

BONNNNN

(I'm so energetic rn yall)