Can You Do A Matt Fic, Where The Reader Is Terrified Of Flying, And On The Plane Matt Lets Her Squeeze

Can you do a Matt fic, where the reader is terrified of flying, and on the plane Matt let’s her squeeze his hand and he whispers stuff to calm her. Just a lot of fluff and can it be where the reader and Matt are already dating pls? Like she’s flying to Boston with them to meet his parents for the first time and she’s just scared on the plane. I hope that made sense, I love your fics! <3

Flying (Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader)

summary: request!

cw: anxiety, kind of like trouble breathing due to stress?

a/n: based this off of my own experience of panic/anxiety. when this happens I have no one there for me to help because i don't tell anyone, so if the way Matt helped is inaccurate for you i apologize!

I jiggle my leg as I wait for the desk lady to call out our flight number. Matt and I are about to get on a flight to Boston from LA so I can meet his parents. I didn't tell him that it's my first time flying, and I'm panicking quietly about the fact that I'm going to be thousands of feet in the air in a metal tube with no way to escape if disaster strikes.

Matt places a gentle hand on my thigh, stilling my nervous shakes. "What's wrong baby?" He asks quietly, turning off his phone to shift his gaze to my face, his eyes scanning my expression. "Are you nervous to meet my parents? They'll love you, you don't have to worry about that."

"It's not that," I say, my voice strained as I try to calm my heartbeat that's currently moving a mile a minute.

"Then what is it?" He whispers, noticing my gaze that flicks around the room. The intercom crackles our flight number, and my heart and face drops, the moment I've been dreading for this entire time about to happen. Matt takes notice of this, and laces my fingers with his, helping me stand up. "You're afraid of the flight?" He asks, not mockingly, but curiously. "I thought you've flown before?"

I shake my head no quickly. "I haven't," I murmur. Matt squeezes my hand with his.

"I'll be with you the whole time," he tells me, slowly walking me over to our gate. "Since we're in first class, we're going to have a bed, will that make you feel any better?" I nod, my gaze on the floor as he gently pulls me along with him. We finally make through the gate and security, and start to board the plane. Matt wraps an arm around my waist. We make it to our section, and just like he said, there's beds. We put our luggage in the compartment and settle in, the sun already setting.

I hold onto Matt's hand with a death grip. I try to take deep breaths, but the room seems to be spinning and I can't seem to get a grasp onto what's going on, my breathing is shallow and everything around me deafens. My lungs falter, my ears ring and I can't keep my hands still. "Matt," I choke out. "I can't breathe."

He immediately attaches himself to me, an arm snaking around my waist. "Hey," he says, turning my head to look at him and placing my hand on his chest. "I'm here sweetheart. Try to match my breathing, okay?" I nod and feel the steady rise and fall of his chest. I match with him, our breathing in sync.

"Thank you," I murmur, hugging him.

"Anytime," he whispers, squeezing me tight. The flight attendant goes through the safety procedures and the pilot announces take off. Matt squeezes my hand, reminding me of his presence. I close my eyes, waiting for the plane to lift. I feel it take off, and realize as I open my eyes that it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. "You okay?" Matt asks, looking at me.

"Yeah," I breathe, nodding. He smiles and softly kisses me, and I melt into it, grateful for him. We lay back, and cuddle each other until we fall asleep for the remainder of the five hour long flight.

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a/n: this was a short one! I've never flown before, but I have experienced these symptoms. If anyone ever needs someone to talk to about this, my dms are ALWAYS open!

as always, if you see any errors let me know and have an amazing night/day! love yall ☆

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chris sturniolo x reader (fluff)

summary: reader is trying to do their skin care routine, but chris doesn’t want to leave their side

warnings/notes: kissing, chris being clingy, really fluffy

requested?: yes! ↴

- i was wondering if you could write something similar to ‘nightly routine’, where chris is very clingy and keeps giving reader lots of kisses

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Chris had his head on your shoulder as you smoothed some moisturizer into your skin.

He had been whining for you to come to bed for the past few minutes. You kept saying no because you had to finish your skincare; so he decided to keep you company on the floor. Or rather, he was using you for company.

He tended to be really clingy when he was tired. Like, even more than usual.

You rubbed the remaining cream into your hands before settling them down on your lap. Your eyes scanned around for your eye serum.

Chris fingers locked in between yours, bringing your hand up to his lips so he could ghost little kisses all over. He turned it over so he could kiss your palm and wrist too, his plump lips causing you to squirm.

“Chris,” you giggled, “that tickles.”

“Mmm…” he mumbled as he set your hand back down on your lap, his head leaning on you once more.

You massaged your eye cream on your under eyes, dabbing it so that it soaked into your skin.

You tried to ignore the feeling of Chris’s curls brushing against your cheek, or the feeling of his mouth trailing kisses all over your neck and shoulder.

“The quicker I finish this, the quicker I can come to bed,” you stated, cheeks flushing as he moved your hair out of the way for better access to your skin.

“Well I’m not stopping you,” he mumbled against your collarbone.

“You’re very distracting, actually,” you said with a smile.

Chris lifted his head so he could meet your eyes. His eyes drooped low, fatigue evident on his face.

“Want me to stop?”

Your lips curled up slightly at the question.

“No, not really.”

Chris smiled back at you, leaning his head back down to your shoulder. This time he left no kisses or pecks, but instead he toyed with the hem of your shirt at your waist. His fingers glided across your torso as he drew random shapes on you, watching you try to focus on the task at hand.

He reveled in how flustered you looked every time you made eye contact with him in the mirror.

His lips came to rest on your jaw, hands now halting their movements and steadily gripping your hip instead. He left open mouthed kisses down your neck, paying the most attention to the area behind your ear.

“If you leave any mark I’ll kill you,” you stated, applying the last of your serums on your face.

“Guess you’re gonna have to kill me, then,” he muttered, dropping his forehead against your shoulder with a proud smile on his face.

You rolled your eyes as you zipped your skincare bag up. He was always extra affectionate when he was tired, but no matter how much he clung to you, or pestered you, you always found it endearing.

Plus, you could always cover the mark up with makeup. Again.

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Summary: Matt is your childhood sweetheart.

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Imagine you have known the boys since pre-k and have been dating Matt since middle school.

You've been to every single birthday party, they know your whole family and your moms are best friends.

Looking back, you had always had a crush on Matt and he had always had a crush on you.

Your parents have pictures of you both as toddlers holding hands and hugging one another.

In kindergarten, he asked you to be his girlfriend with a flower he picked from his front garden. Your parents laughed and commented on how sweet the two of you were.

In elementary school, you were the only one he caught with a kiss in Kisschasy and the only one he wrote a valentines card for each year.

In middle school, he asked again if you wanted to be his girlfriend. His friends all teased him when he'd walk down the hallway holding your hand.

At the beginning of your freshman year, your first kiss was with Matt after his team won their first lacrosse game of the season.

He was your first time and your first heartbreak after you broke up after your senior year.

When you got back together two weeks later he gave you his class ring and promised that he would never leave again.

When they went out to LA and you had to stay in Boston you missed him more than anything but, he knew exactly what to do to make your time apart less lonely.

Even though some of the fans wish they were in your place, they loved you two together.

Every Sunday that they were away, you would visit MaryLou and Jimmy to have Sunday dinner and a movie.

When they came back from LA, your house was the first stop that he made.

It never got easier when you dropped him off at the airport but, you knew he wasn't leaving you but choice but to do what he loved and you couldn't stop him.

obvious ⮕ c.s

word count: 367

warnings: none i don’t think

summary: chris and his way of showing love

a/n: this is a little blurb i wrote while watching the podcast last night, just had a little motivation and a little idea. more requests are coming soon 🫶🏻

everything written is completely fictional. the people i write for are written with characteristics and mannerisms that i made for them, this is in no way depicting what would actually happen in real life.

Chris was never one to be obvious about how much he cared for you.

The love was there, and you knew how he felt about you, he was just subtle with it. Small gestures that only you recognized. You reciprocated the same way, knowing that way too much way too quick would have him tense for a few minutes.

He’d lightly pinch your arm when he walked by, a soft nip that you’d swiftly reciprocate with a brush of your fingers against his shoulder, the both of you continuing your tasks without fault.

The way he always tapped your knee twice under the table, and you’d reciprocate a soft bump to his side with your elbow, neither of you even batting an eye, nor hesitating with the conversation before you.

The way he’d immediately pinch a piece of your hair between his thumb and forefinger and tug softly, which you’d reply in a soft scoff and gentle shove to his chest.

It was different the days he was overflowing with energy, switching the tug to your hair to a soft kiss to the back of your head, or tapping your knee to resting against you with his arm over your shoulders.

Days where he was tired and quiet, he’d wrap his arms around you and breathe deeply, mumbling soft sentences into your hair. He’d plop down onto his back on the couch, his head dropping into your lap and his eyes closing. You’d run your fingers through his hair and twirl the soft waves into tight ringlets, Chris’ breathing evening out and the crease between his eyebrows relaxing as if whatever he was thinking hard about was resolved.

There were more energetic days than tired days, which you were grateful for. As much as you loved the soft, intimate moments, you could tell he needed them more than wanted them. It didn’t hurt, knowing that he came to you in those moments for unspoken comfort.

You didn’t mind the lack of lovey-dovey romantic gestures between the two of you, considering you knew how much he loved you. Through the snarky, joke-texts to the little touches he’d give you throughout the day, his love for you was obvious.

We need to find who wrote that about Nate

REAL

I have a few fics to be posted but I haven't posted recently because I'm learning how to juggle and i need both of my hands for that so