"I don't know what the fic is but honestly how bad is it? Are we talking about a milk enema? No big deal." The black flashed on Ryan's screen as he aimlessly scrolled Twitter.
Ryan had some knowledge on what 'the milk fic' was, of course he knew about it. How could he escape something like that? He didn't enjoy it by any means, it was incredibly weird, but somehow incredibly well written. The thing haunted him nonetheless.
So, when he was Gerard Way on his feed walking about, Ryan was intrigued. Sure, he had spoken with the singer a few times bdfore, but they weren't close or anything. After Panic split and The Young Veins drifted apart, Ryan only really kept up with a few people. Jon Walker, Z Berg, and Pete Wentz. There were a few other people like Alex Greenwald and Andy Soukal, but it was mostly just the few aforementioned people.
Of course, he followed all of My Chem and all the other bands like that, but did he keep up with them now? Not much. His 'emo phase' (was it really a phase?) was nearly 10 years ago, but the genre still had a spot in his heart. That's part of why he was so intrigued by Gerard's tweet.
Gerard Way still knew who he was after all these years.
The guitarist found that somewhat sweet that one of the members of one of his favorite bands as a teen still knew who he was. Did Gerard keep up with Ryan's music too? Ryan could only imagine.
Or maybe not.
Without even thinking twice, Ryan scrolled to the next tweet, "This is well written"
Ryan hit reply, typing up whatever his brain decided to conjure up.
"I dont know how I feel knowing you read a fanfic about someone putting milk up my ass and fucking me."
Ryan clicked post and shut off his phone. He needed to be productive. He trudged over to his mint green strat (he didn't fuck it in this universe of course) and brought it with him back over to his couch. He sat comfortably, noodling around and playing whatever came to mind.
That was until he felt his phone vibrate next to him. Absentmindedly picking up his phone, Ryan's eyes skimmed over the new notification. It was a repy on Twitter from Gerard.
"Oh I could only dream of being the one fucking you Ryan Ross."
Since when did it get so hot in Ryan's living room? And since when did his face feel so warm?
It was just a joke, Ryan reminded himself. But, Ryan couldn't help but wonder. Did he mean that? His curiosity definitely got the better of him as he found himself responding.
"you have my number :)"
It was a simple, friendly reply. Gerard did infact get Ryan's phone number a couple years back. Anytime Ryan got a new number, he would just text the important people in his phone what his new number was. Gerard must've been grouped in that seeing as Ryan happened to get a new text a moment later.
"Ryan Ross."
God, Ryan's stomach did thirty flips in that split second.
"gerard way." He replied back in the same style maybe a bit too quickly.
"Ya know, I wasn't joking when I said all that."
Before Ryan could reply, Gerard sent another.
"How have you been, Ry? It's been a minute. Working on anything new? I liked that last song you did,"
Gerard did keep up with Ryan's music. Ryan couldn't help but scold himself at him blushy he was getting from just a text.
"yeah a bit.
I was practicing before yuo texted and wvwrything." The scolding got worse as Ryan noticed all his embarrassing typos.
