A Note to Follow So by ginnytonnick (NC17)

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This fic features The Used heavily. I reccommend checking out this primer by turnyourankle to learn all you maybe didn't want to know about The Used and their relationship to My Chem.

Fandom: BANDOM (My Chemical Romance, The Used)
Pairing: Bob/Brian
Length: +21k
Author on LJ: ginnytonnick (previously nardasarmy)
Author website: fishbowlmermaid
Why this must be read:

Written for the first bandombigbang challenge, this fic has so many things I love about Bandom fic; dirty boys packed into shitty vans and busses, sleeping at crappy Nowheresville motels, living on top of each other, and kind of stumbling along on the "rock star lifestyle". 

This fic is from Bob Bryar's point of view, while he was still sound tech for The Used, and good friends with Brian Schechter, My Chemical Romance's brand new manager and The Used's tour manager. It features some great canon reality worked into a story about a growing relationship. As well as that ginnytonnick does not do what others might, and allows The Used to be good guys, despite their bad habits, and has Otter (My Chem's previous drummer) play an important part in the story.


Bob strolls up to the stage as Gerard Way in a dirty suit and tie throws his arms around Jepha to hold him in place and smacks a loud kiss to the side of his face. Jepha, looking nonplussed, rubs off the wet spot as Gerard stumbles off across the field that would hold tomorrow's audience.

"What the fuck was that about?" Bob asks, handing over a sweaty bottle of beer.

Jepha shrugs. "Who the fuck knows?" He takes a long pull off his drink. "When he talks fast, it sounds all funny and my head hurts. Fucking Jersey accents."

Jepha turns his face up to the sun, so Bob glances over his shoulder at Gerard now trudging past two techs moving a black equipment trunk. It's stuck in some soft dirt, and they're on either end--pushing and pulling, but they stop and watch from the corner of their eyes as Gerard passes. He smiles and trips in an arm-flailing belly flop, then scrambles up and lurches away as fast as he can shuffle. The techs immediately bend together to whisper. They don't even wait for him to get out of ear shot, and Gerard obviously hears because his shoulders jerk back as he slips off between the vans and trucks.

"I think he was looking for Bert," Jepha says, breaking into Bob's study. "Yeah. I think that's what he wanted."

Frank Iero shoots out from the parking lot riding someone's bicycle. Bob watches him circle and harry the techs with the trunk, pretending to run them down and then wheeling away to come back again. Bob grins, and Jepha laughs and throws his empty bottle at them.

A Note to Follow So

Comments

[ginnytonnick.livejournal.com]

Wow, thank you so much for the rec.

Anyone who cruises through should totally check out the art by clayeer (linked in the header under extras) because it and the artist are both 100% awesomeauce.

[allyndra.livejournal.com]

Despite seeing this story recced and generally loved in several places, I kept skipping it, and I don't even know why. This time I decided to read it, and OMG. I'm an idiot for passing it over so many times. Thanks for reccing it here; it tipped me over the edge.

[stepps.livejournal.com]

you're welcome! it's such a great fic, it made my day when I read it, and when I was wandering about my delicious wondering what I'd rec this month I came across it and thought "YES!" :D

[stepps.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you have! :D I hope to tip you over more edges into wonderful fic :)