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(Part of Endless Romantic Stories - A series of random Myan drabbles and ficlets) Pairing: Michael/Ryan Rating: T Words: 1492 Notes: A really, really late bday present for my birthday twin @insanelycrazymad​, I hope you like it!

Pairing: Michael/Ryan Rating: M (for expletives and sexual suggestiveness) Words: 1461 Notes: Based off of the prompt given to me by @i-am-myan-trash​  "Michael has to leave for a week, but Ryan has severe separation anxiety while he's gone." I’m sorry for taking so long and I’m sorry that I made it more comedic than anything! Also partly inspired by Foster The People’s song of the same name. <3

Pairing: Michael/Ryan Rating: T Words: 1343 Notes: Just a casual return to Myan fics. No biggy.

This one was written for ghostlawyers during one of our chats because we both agreed that incubus!Michael is great, and doubly so if he turns Ryan into an obedient demon who calls him master.

fic is rated m for sure.

Pairing: Michael/Ryan (not using last names because fuck the tag filter) Rating: T Words: 1406 Note: For rt-dee. It was a prompt I told her I'd fill ages ago but had been too busy to do so. I'm sorry I took so long! I hope you like it. And I hope my writing isn't too horrible for you all. It's been a while. Caution: it's extreme fluff, what else?

Although he was pretty fucking great (who would kid otherwise?) there were a few traits Michael possessed he wished he could rid of. For example, his friends often complained that he was stubborn as a mule. And he could see that – it was clear as day the way he simply protested against things of which he didn’t approve. If the group decided they wanted to see a movie he couldn’t give less of a fuck about, he wouldn’t go. If they wanted to go out for drinks that Wednesday night, fine, he’d settle in at home and watch Star Wars. If they thought giving Gavin any kind of sugar was a good idea, fuck it, he’d leave before any real damage was done. It was just the way he was.

It seldom got in the way of significant things but was still apparent enough to be pointed out. Nonetheless, it was understood.

Additionally there was, of course, his anger issues but then again, it pretty much earned him his fucking living, so there was no big deal. He would just prefer to cut down at least a little on the obscene language, much to everyone’s surprise at the admittance. His cursing like a sailor never prospered well in any of his relationships; but he just took that as a sign that he was dating the wrong people.

And when his relationship with someone who was looking to be very right bloomed, it brought out the trait he hated most of all.

His jealousy.

He loathed the green eyed monster as much as anyone else did. But, to make the case worse, it held hands with his chronic rage and embraced his bullheadedness and that was a threesome that never ended well for anyone involved. Including himself. Because it meant what he was feeling was real.

Real enough to stake a claim that would have him jumping at anyone trying to intrude on it.

So when he walked into the AH office that morning and found Ryan and Geoff huddled together, it was strike one. They were at the older man’s desk, conversing innocently while Ryan fiddled with some of the cords protruding from under it.

He couldn’t quite focus on what they were saying, something about The Smiths and extension cord replacements, but was instead zeroed in on their looks. Ryan knelt back up from his position on the floor and ran a hand through his mussed sandy hair. Geoff gave him a once over as he did this, glaucous eyes appearing hazy in a way that was not quite his regular spacey look. Michael faltered at the door but was soothed by Ryan’s smile as he spotted him.

“Hey!”

He took his seat with a small beam of his own and everything was forgotten.

The second strike occurred while they were having dinner together.

It was rare thing for them to go out – in fact, they hardly left Michael’s place after their first date, preferring instead to order take out and either watch movies or play video games. But they decided they both needed a change of pace and agreed on a restaurant that was not too fancy and served the best brisket either had ever had.

During the meal, the Gent had excused himself to the washroom and when he came back, he was chuckling, the apples of his cheeks coloured slightly pink. Despite how utterly amused he was at the sight of Ryan blushing, he was wondering what was the source of it.

Ryan sat down. “A woman and her friends asked me if I wanted to join them,” he explained bashfully. He had obviously declined but was flattered, to an extent, pleased as dicks as Geoff would say.

Michael felt the first few sparks of a storm inside his chest, like the first cracks of resounding thunder, wanting very much to go and locate those girls and let them know exactly who Ryan was here with. But the man’s hand found his on the table top and just like that, the storm disappeared, leaving nothing but warm blue skies staring back at him.

The third was a result of an Achievement HUNT video.

Ryan and Jack were watching the finished compilation and recording live commentary of their battles in various games. It was nothing but uproarious laughter and snarky comments about the other and their selves. When it was complete, they worked with arranging the audio.

“Man, you had me beat the moment we stepped foot in Halo,” lamented Jack.

Ryan put a hand on the bearded man’s shoulder, rubbing it comfortingly. “At least it wasn’t a complete shut-out, you did win that one Trials round...” he smirked.

Jack shook his head with a laugh and brushed his hand against the other's.

The curly haired brunet knew he had no business interrupting them or even being in the room at that time. But he could feel it, really feel it this time; the jealously swirling override in his head and poisoning every one of his thoughts. Teeth grit and swallowing down his upset, he asked if he could have a word with Ryan outside.

Ryan, looking both very suspicious and very worried, didn’t object and merely followed him into the hallway. Which, in hindsight, wasn’t exactly a great place to have such a conversation.

“Michael?” he questioned, looking down at him concernedly. “What’s wrong?”

He knew the signs; flared nostrils, intense brown eyes, and exaggerated breaths. He looked like he was going to rage quit life as he knew it.

“I’m tired of them touching you!” the younger finally erupted. “I’m tired of them flirting with you and looking at you and them not...not realizing you’re mine.”

Ryan, for the most part, looked unfazed. “I knew something like this was going on,” he stated. “Michael, trust me, you have nothing to worry about...”

“I know I don’t!” he interjected fiercely. “I just don’t like you being so...so...friendly with everyone!”

The Georgian tried his best to remain calm. Michel always said ridiculous things when he was in a hot state of mind.

"That’s exactly what it is. Friendly.” He reminded the other. “Though, last time I checked, you were the one throwing yourself all over Gavin. Sometimes Ray,” he couldn’t help but throw in.

Just as he said it, the latter appeared and crept behind them to get to the door.

“Shout out to me,” Ray muttered as he entered the office. From here, Ryan could hear him speaking to Jack. “Boy, is it tense out there,” the Puerto Rican noted in his monotone voice before closing the door behind him. He was then snapped back to the situation when Michael bit out his declaration.

“It doesn’t mean anything!”

Ryan glared at him pointedly. “Neither does anything I do with anyone I know. Those girls from supper...I didn’t precisely ask for them to hit on me, now did I?”

Michael didn’t reply, biting his lip.

The taller Achievement Hunter sighed, approaching the fuming Lad and placing his hands on either shoulder to get his every word across. “Everything I do...everything I say to everyone else is a joke. And so is everything everyone else says to me. I won't have it any differently. I’m with you, and only you. Nothing means anything except you and me. That means it all.”

Michael appeared to be relatively more relaxed, believing what was being said to him in revelling in it all. It was difficult to vanquish the intense feelings he got whenever somebody so much as glanced at Ryan, but this, now was going to be a great reminder to himself in the future.

“I’m sorry,” he said sheepishly. “I just...”

“I know,” Ryan said, removing his hands. “To tell you the truth, 'Mavin' still twists my gut. But at the end of the day, you come home to me.”

Michael grinned and tugged on the other’s forest green shirt. He looked around before he pulled him any closer and was happy to find the space pleasantly empty. Everyone knew well enough to leave the Jersey accent-tinged shouts uninvestigated.

The kiss the two promptly shared was emotionally charged, to say the least.

At the beginning of Ryan’s time with Achievement Hunter, Michael and the guys often joked that he was some kind of enigma due to his deliberate omission of his life outside the office. He and Gavin playfully concocted a lot of theories about why the man insisted on being so quiet. And up to a point, the speculations had been dwindled down to two: he was either a foreign spy or a former gang member forced into hiding. But, despite the jokes, the simple truth was Ryan liked to keep to himself. He explained it to Michael one day. It was just an easier life to lead in every sense. Whatever was necessary to share, he would, but anything else remained his business. Michael understood because sometimes a lot of what he said gained him a lot of excess drama and it made him want to keep quiet about things. But being unafraid and honestly careless of what anyone thought, he revealed as much as he wanted. However, when he and Ryan started seeing each other, there was the issue of whether or not they wanted the company to know about their relationship. Everyone was so supportive and open that they had nothing to worry about. They could certainly handle the reactions and the teasing that was pretty much guaranteed at this point. But they needed time, at least a little while, to explore this – whatever they had – without having the others interject. So they decided they would tell everyone eventually but only when they were both ready and comfortable with it. Michael, who was considerably more disclosed than Ryan, respected his wishes. But of course, her being his best friend and all, he told Lindsay approximately two weeks after they’d had the discussion. She was extremely ecstatic upon hearing the news and, grabbing his arm excitedly, proclaimed that he and Ryan needed to double date with her and Barb ASAP, which he was fine with as long as Barb kept her shitty gay puns to herself. Besides that, he didn’t mean to tell anyone else. It just happened, one after the other like a game of dominoes.

The first to know was Jack and it had been revealed in such a stupid little detail that Michael had been ashamed of himself for doing it in the first place. He had walked into the office one morning and the bearded man had followed him, his phone in hand. The Jersey native had apparently dropped it in the parking lot without noticing and Jack had retrieved it from under JJ’s car.

As he was handing it to Michael, it chimed.

It was a text from Ryan. ‘Good morning,’ was all it said. But it wasn’t that that caught Jack’s attention – it was the three little red hearts next to his assigned name. (Ryebread♥♥♥)

Michael took it from him quickly, flushing a furious red. “Shut up,” he grumbled in response to Jack’s raised brows. “Don’t fucking say anything, okay?”

He left before he got a confirmation. But even if he had gotten one, he knew Jack was going to fucking tell.

Given his closeness to Geoff, it was unsurprising that the third Gent was now also aware. He approached him that Friday with a smirk and his stupid Charlie Chaplin mustache looking absolutely smug.

“So,” he said, proud beam growing with his every word, “I heard you’ve nicknamed Ryan’s penis ‘Edgar’.”

And he may have been Michael’s boss, but that wasn’t going to stop him from slapping that dopey expression off his face. Luckily Ray intervened, sensing Michael’s irritation. “Woah buddy, you okay?”

Geoff grinned, walking away with a shrug. “Ask his boyfriend, he probably knows.”

Ray spluttered and looked at Michael with wide eyes. “His boyfriend?” he asked, bewildered.

Michael sighed, fuming at Geoff’s turned back. “Ryan. We’re a thing.” He didn’t even bother to gauge his reaction, instead leaving to inform the Georgian that three of the four men knew.

That just left Gavin.  

While they were filming an episode of VS, he had wrapped his arm around Ryan’s waist. And it was okay, because the two were usually both quite touchy-feely and Michael really hated the idea of possessiveness. But when Gavin’s hand threatened to dip lower than belt-level, he found himself unable to contain his mounting dislike.

So he gently persuaded the appendage off and away from the older man by distracting the Brit with a classic bout of “dodge the controllers and other miscellaneous objects found around the office”.

Afterward, he made sure to sit him down and tell him the truth. That he and Ryan were involved, that they had been for a while, and that he would appreciate it if he could keep his god damn European hands off of him.

Gavin didn’t seem at all shocked for the most part, he just agreed. He did have one objection, though. “I can still touch you, right, Michael?” he asked, accent skewing the second syllable of his name in a manner that was familiar to everyone and their mother.

“Sure, boi,” he said. While he was a jealous fucking asshole, he knew Ryan had no qualms with ‘Mavin’. “It just won’t feel as nice,” he then added with a conspiratorial wink to the man on the other side of the room. “If you know what I mean.”

Gavin made bird noises in disgust and Michael just grinned. Geoff, who had caught the last bit, rolled his eyes. “Okay, we gotta set some ground rules. While we love you guys and support you 100%, there’s absolutely no fucking on the couch. Or in the office. Just don’t pull your dicks out, simple as that.”

The guys laughed in unison. Geoff reconsidered himself. “I know Ryan will find some fucking loophole. You know what? Just don’t fucking do anything, at all. Hold hands, maybe.”

Ryan just awed in mock-disappointment and Michael quipped, “What is this? Catholic school?” but went along with it.