#flashfic rovember

relationship: jerematt rating: mature word count: 1398 warnings:canon typical violence (its fahc yall what do u expect)

Ever since they met, Jeremy was always the one that protected Matt. He got him into the business properly, and he got the crew to trust him enough until he was one of them, and damned if Matt wasn’t going to return the favor by making sure Jeremy didn’t fucking die.

relationship: jeremwood rating: teen word count: 1147 warnings: not a one

Alright, Ryan thought, unsure whether to be pissed or amused as he watched Jeremy snore and burrow deeper under the covers. That at least answers ‘ who the fuck?’

Ryan poked his shoulder experimentally, snorting when Jeremy, still very much unconscious and drooling on Ryan’s pillow, just weakly swatted his hand away.

Still leaves a lot to be desired on the why the fuck front, however.

relationship: jeremy/lindsay/michael (and all combinations thereof) rating: teen word count: 1397 warnings: i dont?? think there are any?? its fahc so like, yall know how it is

“And if I refuse?”

Michael smiled at him, teeth bright in the dim light of the neon sign flickering above them.

“You won't.” Came Jeremy's answer, though not from Michael.

relationship: braggwood rating: teen word count: 1206 warnings: violence, choking

“Alright, Kid, you’ve got thirty seconds to explain why the fuck you were messing with my bike before I snap your scrawny, little neck.”

relationship: braggvin rating: mature word count: 1319 warnings: this is major character death yall

“Gavin,” Matt huffed but fell back against Gavin’s lap. “I’m dying.”

“You’re not.” The reassurance, as much for Gavin as it was for Matt, felt hollow, even to his own ears. But Gavin refused. Matt was going to be okay. He had to be. Gavin’s fingers twitched against Matt’s wound. “You’re going to be fine, Matthew.”

relationship: jeremwood rating: teen word count: 978 warnings: truly awful attempts at standing your ground

“Now, be serious with me, Ryan. Is it the stripping that's the issue? Or is it the poker?” Jeremy ran his free hand down Ryan's arm, and Ryan sucked in a breath. For fuck's sake. “Because,” Jeremy continued, smirking up at him. “I'm sure we can take care of at least one of those tonight.” And then the little fucker had the gall to wink at Ryan.