I was wondering if you could do a post like you did for Michael calling Ryan "baby", with timestamps and links, but instead it's whenever Michael calls Ryan "Rye-bread".
I’m actually not the one that compiled those lists, I just reblogged them. But I will publish this ask so they can see it and I’m sure they will be more than happy to oblige. :)
Chapters: [1] [AO3]
Authors: burntotears, insanelycrazymad
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Word Count: 4087
Relationships: Ryan Haywood/Michael Jones
Characters: Michael Jones, Ryan Haywood, Ray Narvaez Jr., Kerry Shawcross, Arryn Zech
Ryan twirled the empty coffee cup around in his fingers, a smile playing at his lips as he re-read the dorky pick-up line scrawled across the cardboard for the second time in the last half hour. He didn’t know what it was about his meeting with Michael at the coffee shop, but he couldn’t seem to get it off his mind. Or throw away his two day old coffee cup that was starting to smell kind of funny.
Classes and rehearsals had kept him busy, so he hadn’t been able to make his way back to The Downtown Bean yet, but today was his first reprieve and he would definitely be making an appearance. He felt weirdly giddy as he opened the front door of the coffee shop, tugging at the beanie on his head in slight nervousness. As he made his way up to the counter, his face fell at the sight before him.
“Welcome to the Downtown Bean, what can I get for you?” the short, blond guy behind the counter asked.
Ryan frowned a little, reading his nametag - Kerry. “Uh, hey. Yeah. I was just… is Michael working today?” How very conspicuous, dipshit, good going.
Kerry’s mouth fell open a bit as he made a strange ‘uhhh’ sound. “He’s not - no, he doesn’t work today I don’t think. Do you want me to give him a message or something?”
Ryan shook his head furiously. “No, no, I was just… just wondering. He was here the last time I came so I just… sorry. Can I get a muffin?”
“Sure…” Kerry eyed him with a curious look before he went to get the requested food item.
After he’d paid, he left the shop, berating himself for being so stupid. It wasn’t like Michael lived at the damn coffee shop, why would he expect him to be there anytime Ryan just happened to show up? Why was he so worried about trying to see him anyway? He barely spoke to the guy and the only things he knew about him were from his streaming. He rolled his eyes at himself and headed off to rehearsal, trying to focus on what he was actually in Austin for.
He had finally reached his senior year. He’d be graduating with a BFA in Acting and regardless of what he thought about his skills, he was a pretty damn good actor. The last two productions they had done landed him in critical roles and the one they were working on now was no different. Ryan enjoyed acting, he really did, but sometimes while he was up on that stage with the bright lights shining in his eyes, he wondered if he was headed in the right direction. He’d already invested so much of his time and energy into this career choice that most of the time he tried not to think about what else might be out there. His path was already set, there was no going back at this point.
The next time that Ryan went to the coffee shop, Michael was waiting behind the counter to greet him.
“Hey! Ryan, right?” Michael asked, gazing at him with those shining brown eyes. Ryan was flattered that he’d remembered who he was, much less his name.
“Yeah, that’s me. How’ve you been?” Why was he talking to Michael like they were old friends? He’d just had to double-check Ryan’s name; the guy hardly knew him at all.
“Good! Good, just busy. Classes and work - it’s a juggle I gotta get used to, I guess.” Michael frowned for a moment. “Shit, what can I get for you? Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you wait!” The brunette’s cheeks flushed a bit, making the freckles along his cheekbones stand out even more.
Fuck, this guy was pretty adorable.
“No, it’s fine. I’m the one that asked you how things are going. Can I get a white chocolate mocha?” Ryan watched Michael nod and get started on his drink. “I thought you hadn’t been streaming as much as before,” Ryan commented offhandedly, a bit louder so that Michael could hear him over the chatter and rumble of coffee machines.
Michael looked back at him with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth before shaking his head a bit. “Yeah, I haven’t really had a chance since I got here. I’m still getting settled in and I haven’t had a lot of time to get my equipment set up, but I’ll probably start again soon.” The barista picked up a cardboard cup and a sharpie, looking thoughtful for a moment before scribbling something onto it. He poured the drink into the cup, drawing a design in the froth before he placed the lid on it.
When he set it on the counter, he asked, “Have you watched me a lot?” He wouldn’t look Ryan in the eye when he asked and that pretty flush was on his cheeks again. “Watched my streams, I mean!”
Ryan grinned reflexively. Did he just get embarrassed talking about what he did in his free time or was he hopeful that Ryan had seen a lot of his streams? “I haven’t seen every one, but I watch whenever I have the time. If I can’t catch a stream live then I at least try to watch it on Youtube.”
Michael nodded, smiling. Dimples appeared on his cheeks and Ryan stared at them long enough to apparently make the other man uncomfortable. “Uh… wow. Cool. Well, thanks for watching!” He pushed Ryan’s drink across the counter and Ryan handed him a five dollar bill.
“Sure! Have a good day, Michael,” he offered, taking his drink and turning toward the door. He’d been dying to examine the cup and see what Michael had written, but he didn’t want to appear so eager. Michael had scribbled ‘You must be from the nether because you’re out of this world’ and drew what was supposed to be an attempt at a nether portal. He couldn’t stop himself from laughing out loud and glancing back at the barista who just shrugged a little and waved.
It didn’t take Ryan too long to form a routine that included The Downtown Bean Company as a regular stop. He went a lot near closing time after leaving his Improv class because Michael wouldn’t be as busy and they could exchange small talk at the counter without worry of being interrupted.
“So acting, huh?” Michael asked as he prepared Ryan’s regular drink order.
“Yup,” Ryan replied, staring at Michael’s broad shoulders as the other faced away from him.
“Are you in a production right now?”
“Yeah, we’re doing Twelfth Night. It’s Shakespeare, I don’t know if you’ve heard of it? I’m playing Orsino.” Why was he going on about this? Surely Michael didn’t care, he was just being polite.
Michael grinned at him. “Is that a major character?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Ryan shuffled a little, feeling self conscious. He didn’t necessarily like talking about his acting. He reached up to fiddle with the barbell in his eyebrow, a sort of nervous habit he had incurred a few years ago after he’d gotten it pierced. He didn’t really notice when he was doing it anymore, but as Michael looked up from the to-go cup he was scrawling on and his eyes snapped to Ryan’s fingers at his brow, he became acutely aware of his actions. He moved his hand up, rubbing the beanie against his head before dropping his arm to his side.
“That’s so cool, dude,” Michael said finally, looking directly at him again before pouring Ryan’s drink for him. As he pushed the cup into Ryan’s hands, he said, “I’d like to see you act.”
“Uh… what? Why?” Ryan fumbled, caught off guard by the statement.
Michael frowned slightly. “Well, I mean… you’ve seen me stream, when I’m like in my element or whatever. It’d be cool to see you do that.”
“Really?” He felt like an idiot; why did he get like this around Michael?
“Totally!”
Ryan checked the writing on the cup before he even left the counter. ‘Does your left eye hurt? Because you've been looking right all day.’ He laughed, grinning up at Michael who smiled sheepishly back at him. “I may need to go get my eye checked out then.”
Ryan didn’t have a chance to stop for coffee the night before and was trying to catch a few words with the barista before he had to go to class that morning. He wore his glasses along with his usual beanie, too lazy to put in his contacts in the early hours of the morning.
While he didn’t actually know for certain when Michael would be working, he kept stopping by on the off chance that the brunette would be there. A smile graced his face when he saw the familiar man standing behind the counter, handing over a cup of coffee to a tall brunette. She held the cup up at eye level with a curious expression on her face then turned bright red and stuttered out a ‘thank you’ to Michael who grinned mischievously at her and told her to have a great day.
Ryan watched the exchange from the entrance of the shop, feeling a strange twinge in his stomach. He felt instantly uncomfortable and kind of annoyed, shooting the girl an unhappy glance as he passed her on his way to the counter.
Michael looked slightly confused for a moment before recognition bloomed across his face. “Ryan? What the hell, I didn’t know you wore glasses, dude! I almost didn’t recognize you for a minute. What brings you out so early?”
The blond reached up to tug at his eyebrow piercing and knocked his hand into glasses, pushing them askew on his face. He growled at his own stupidity, neck heating up as he straightened the frames. “I usually wear contacts, but I couldn’t be bothered this morning. I need something to wake me up, I’m pretty tired.”
Michael nodded. “You look beat, man. Do you ever take any time off?”
Ryan shrugged. “Not a lot of time between classes and rehearsal and stuff. When we aren’t in production I get a bit more time to myself, I suppose.”
Michael got to work preparing Ryan’s drink, scrawling along the cup with his sharpie just like every other time Ryan had come in. But now it felt different as he watched the barista at work. He tried not to sound like a bitter asshole when he asked, “So, do you write those lines on everyone’s cup or do the brunette and I get special treatment?”
The barista’s head shot up from his task, eyes wide like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t. “Oh uh… I try to write something on everyone’s cup. It’s sort of my thing? I like to see people smile.” He looked embarrassed that Ryan had called him out on his actions.
Ryan felt his stomach churn again. He was being stupid. He should’ve known that Michael wasn’t interested in him in any way; the guy was probably straight. “Right,” Ryan said stiffly, unable to pull back his discomfort completely. Wasn’t he supposed to be an actor? Shit. “That’s nice of you.”
Michael eyed him carefully, obviously catching the oddness in his tone. “Do you… if it makes you uncomfortable I can stop.”
“What?” Ryan looked confused. “No, it doesn’t make me… sorry, I’m just tired. It doesn’t bother me, honestly.”
“You sure?” Michael asked, eyes filled with concern.
“Yeah, totally. I think they’re funny. You’re a nice guy, Michael.”
The barista’s dimples hollowed in his cheeks as he smiled. “Thanks, Ryan.”
He nodded and paid for his coffee, unable to stop himself from immediately reading the new message on the cup. ‘Are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only ten I see!’ A smile spread across his face despite his annoyance. “Georgia, actually,” Ryan offered with a smirk.
Michael looked confused for a moment. “Wha - oh! Ha, really? I’m from Jersey.”
“I know,” Ryan responded before even thinking about it. “B-because of the streams. You talked about it.”
“Oh yeah, I guess I did,” Michael responded, looking shy for some reason. “I keep forgetting you’ve watched them. Now that you mention it, I’m probably going to start streaming again this weekend.”
“Looking forward to it, then,” Ryan responded, smiling as he left the store.
-pats- I heart you and you are an amazing person and thanks for being a wonderful human being that is all <3
OMG what Elle I am just 😱 how do you even 💕💕 You are so beautiful thank you sweetie I am on mobile right now so tags aren’t going to work but ILY bae I dunno what I did to deserve this but you are too, too lovely dear! 😘
insanelycrazymad replied to your post “teamcrazydicks reblogged your post and added:I used myeoff in the...”
Brah.... have you seen my Sidebar banner? Myeoff is my guilty pleasure and I aint ashamed >B)
You should not be ashamed. There is no need to be ashamed. This is probably why Geoff is the villain in all my fics, because I secretly want him involved a lot. LOL
insanelycrazymad replied to your post “So what’s the ship name for Geoff/Michael/Ryan? Just asking for no...”
I use Myeoff... I think that's been the consensus of what people tag it as :)
greenpuma88 replied to your post “So what’s the ship name for Geoff/Michael/Ryan? Just asking for no...”
I think I've seen it written as Mycheoff or Myeoff. :D
You guys - look at you, you’re so helpful. Though I kinda wonder WHY you’re so helpful. :P You’re all sitting there like ‘Oh yes good, now we can get some myeoff too this is good, let us encourage’. I AM ON TO ALL OF YOU!
